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Dear Diary - Chapter 1 (Friday, 8 July 2011 / 11:35 / 1 responded)
Your POV.

Dear Diary,

Today is the first day of school after the School Break. Wow, time passes so fast doesn't it? I can't believe I'm sixteen now. Old? Not yet. Hahaha. Nothing has change at school. Just the same old view every time. Sometimes, I just wish I could barge into the principal's office and complain.

But its not like he'll listen. He NEVER listens to any of the complaints that has been sent to him. How did he ended up as a principal in the first place? Sometimes, I don't get him.

So I walked down the hall and head over to my locker like I usually do at school. Lets hope I get a good locker this year.

I ended up getting a locker near the water fountain. Score! Less time to walk to the water fountain then now that its just right beside me. Still, I haven't seen any one of my friends yet ever since I arrived. They can't be late on the first day of school, can day?

Pfft, what was I thinking? They can. Well, not exactly, but they were ALMOST late. Same old friends, same old attitude.

I wonder who's the person next to my locker is going to be this year. I'm trying to avoid being next to the person that I ended up with last year. Total bad luck, I may say.

I don't mean to be rude, but the person next to my locker last year was Jake, the school nerd. I'm not trying to look down on him, but his attitude is really weird.

Trust me, you don't wanna get me started. I don't think you can handle it.

Suddenly, I heard a clitter and clatter right beside me. I guess its probably my new 'neighbor' checking out his or her new locker. I turned my head to see who it was, and I regretted that I did.