Right now, I partially fell that way. Since I have no admirers (girls, I’m male.), I fell like I’m left out. Ever since, I sit at the girl table at lunch, but no one ever bothers to talk to me, even though I’m the smartest student in my class. End of story, no one reply.
The beginning of my first story
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Entry One — Anna's journal
Dear journal,
It’s me, Anna. I just wanted to write stuff here since I don’t really know how to say any of this out loud. Anyway… we’re moving to Florida. Mom got a job there and apparently she “can’t miss this great opportunity.”
It’s just been the two of us since Dad died, so I guess she thinks this move will… I don’t know. Help? Fix something? Whatever.
Which means I have to start over at a new school and try to make new friends. I don’t want that. I want to stay here in New York with my friends. I promised them we’d graduate together, but… looks like that’s not happening anymore.
I don’t even know how I’m supposed to explain it to them. It feels like I broke a promise I swore I’d keep, and I hate that. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore.
— Anna