Sept ember 14t h, 2015
Dear Diary,
So t oday, I was by t he windowsill of my bedroom, and
I couldn?t help but not ice t hat my window gives a
clear view of t he side door (if t heir house is shaped
like ours, it ?s ext ended from t he kit chen) of our
neighbor?s house. I saw t heir kid for t he first t ime
t oday. She?s a girl, and she looks around my age. She
might be a year or t wo older, but definit ely not any
younger, because she was skipping out t he door wit h
t he uniform t o t he nearby privat e middle school,
Fresby.
I couldn?t help but feel a t inge of jealousy. I should be
st art ing middle school t oo. Even t hough I ?ve seen
M ean Girls on cable, and t hink it looks absolut ely
vile, I want t o underst and t he feeling of skipping t o
school every morning in my uniform.
I f I ever get out of t his house, t he first t hing I ?m
going t o do is go t o t he forest a mile or t wo behind
our house. I ?ve seen movies, and t he majest y of t he
t rees get s me each t ime. I want t o grab a picnic
blanket and lie down on t he cool soil of t he forest
floor.
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