Dear Diary ; Chapter One.Lets See What Happens.

Dear diary,What am I doing here? Where do I go from here? My mind's mixed up.Dear Diary, please help me with my thoughts. There's this girl...That first day of school was like any other day. I walked in and said "hi" to all my friends. I walked into my class and said "Hello" to all my teachers that i knew or had previous years. That day was full of emotions rising and friendships renewed. I walked into my 3rd block class. American Literature. I liked reading, and i loved the teacher. She was the sweetest woman ever. On my way i saw a girl looking highly confused. I figured i'd help her out, but as soon as i started getting closer my heart started racing. She was beautiful. from far away she looked like any other girl, but right now i felt like my face was going to explode. I felt bad for leaving the girl, but i walked into my class and gave my teacher a hug, telling her how my summer was, and how my first day as a senior was. All of a sudden that girl... The girl i simply couldn't talk to, walked into my class. She sat down in the very back, me, sitting in the very front beside the teachers desk, like a good little suck-up i was. I glanced over to her, she had her headphones in, filling out the papers our teacher gave us walking in. She was hard at work and we all started talking to one another and the teacher as well. Before i could even have a decent conversation the class was over. 80 minutes felt like 10. My mind racing about that girl. I had to go to my final block. That day was the first time in a while i looked at any girl since my last break up. I couldn't handle the feeling of being with another girl after her. But something about this girl called my name. My thoughts were broken by my friend calling my name, as she walked into our final class. I got up to give her a hug, and we sat back down, almost in sync. I told her about this girl and she just laughed and shook her head at me as if saying 'you're such a kid'. That class was soon over, and i left the school. I rode my bike to school the first day for the reason i wanted to hang out with my friends after school. I didn't like riding the bus.

I know what you're thinking. "How could you pass up a chance to help her find her class?" I'll try harder next time. And we'll see what happens.