Author's Note: I decided to write Pidge's story because I was tired of cliched stories describing High School life. Some of these stories involve the 'popular' clique vs. the 'nerds' or something like that, and my high school experience is nothing like that! So, I'm attempting to write something a little closer to the high school I know. Thanks for checking it out!
Dear Diary,
I apologize for this less than stellar first entry and my cramped messy handwriting but I'm sitting in (the dreaded) advanced math class, trying to hide you under a desk. I'm not really sure how to start one of these things. Ummm....I'll start with the basics then. I'm Pidge Parson. Sorry for the unfortunate name, my parents were assigned the oh-so-interesting names John and Mary so I guess that didn't want to condemn their children to the same fate. I only have two older sisters who are graduated, Persephone and Athena (My parents were really into Greek mythology). I'm grateful my name is short and sweet. Persephone couldn't spell her name until the second grade. So, I'm in 11th grade and I'm tall with dark skin and a thin face. My hair is long and bouncy and a pain to take care of. I'm sorry diary, I'm not that great at describing myself.
Soo, you'll be wanting to know my friends next. My best friend since 4th grade is Louisa. She's my closest friend I guess, but I don't exactly tell her everything. Then, I have a few other friends: Avis, a complete sweetheart, Eliza, a sort of grumpy singer, and Cecile, who is also a singer but is slightly more cheerful. I mostly hang out with those four, though I have some acquaintances. Even though she's my closest friend, I don't actually see Louisa often because we don't have any classes together. I see Eliza most, but she kind of gets on my nerves. Wait, why did I cross that out? This is private! No one will read it! Ha ha! I can write anything in here! Unless Eliza aggressively takes it from me and forcefully reads it... which actually has happened before, but it was an answer key to a test and- wait I need to focus. I'll continue with the routine description of me so you can understand Who I Am and My Life's Goals.
Okay, some things I like. I like math, musicals (I was dragged into that obsession by Louisa but I don't regret it one bit) and sleeping. Wow, I know, I'm SOOOO interesting. It's likely even if Eliza found this she'd die of boredom before she read the part about her. Oh, Avis is looking at me. I'll use my Recording Skills and record the conversation.
Me: What?
Avis: (simply stares behind me with a scared expression on her face)
Me: Don't tell me...
I turned around and The Bird was standing...no, looming over me. Darn it. I'll have to learn some Super Sneaky Skills if I wish to write in her class anymore.
The Bird: Miss Parson, what is the simplified version of the square root of negative seven i? And give me that book, it seems to have become a distraction in your learning. (Snaps fingers when she judges my reaction time not quick enough for her Super Busy Schedule)
So 'til tomorrow Diary.
-Pidge Parson
