September 1st

Dear diary...
Wait, hold that thought! *grabs thought balloon before it runs away*
Diary is way too generic and girly. I am a tomboy.
Okay, this is a JOURNAL and not a diary. Do I make myself clear? Wait, a journal can't hear me.
Okay, I guess I can let go of that thought now. *lets go of thought balloon and it runs away*
I'll introduce myself.
My name is Cassandra, I am twelve (and 3 quarters) years old.
Today's the first day of school- Wait, why am I writing fancy like that? Who needs to write fancy? Okay, this is so much better. Anyways, today is the first day of school. I don't like to be called Cassandra, I like to be called Cas or Casey. Okay, should I fish finish my sentence now? Today's the first day of school. I am going to a new middle school because, obviously, I graduated. I want to go to this other school, but instead my dad enrolled me in a weird private middle school, and he doesn't want me to go anywhere else. By the way, my parents are divorced and I live with my dad. To be honest, my mom is weird. She spends her day writing romance novels and her house smells like cottage cheese, I am so glad I live with my dad. My dad is way better. He let me go sky diving once! My face still hurts sometimes. My mom doesn't let me go anywhere, and it's pretty embarassing- or however you spell that, it's a weird word. Anyways, it's embarassing to go out in public with her, she treats me like a baby- doesn't really let me do anything by myself. Sorry if I'm ranting too much- I'm just glad I live with my dad. I gotta go to school- he's yelling at me from downstairs. I'll introduce myself a bit more and write about the school day later, bye for now!
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Dear diary...
Wait, hold that thought! *grabs thought balloon before it runs away*
Diary is way too generic and girly. I am a tomboy.
Okay, this is a JOURNAL and not a diary. Do I make myself clear? Wait, a journal can't hear me.
Okay, I guess I can let go of that thought now. *lets go of thought balloon and it runs away*
I'll introduce myself.
My name is Cassandra, I am twelve (and 3 quarters) years old.
Today's the first day of school- Wait, why am I writing fancy like that? Who needs to write fancy? Okay, this is so much better. Anyways, today is the first day of school. I don't like to be called Cassandra, I like to be called Cas or Casey. Okay, should I fish finish my sentence now? Today's the first day of school. I am going to a new middle school because, obviously, I graduated. I want to go to this other school, but instead my dad enrolled me in a weird private middle school, and he doesn't want me to go anywhere else. By the way, my parents are divorced and I live with my dad. To be honest, my mom is weird. She spends her day writing romance novels and her house smells like cottage cheese, I am so glad I live with my dad. My dad is way better. He let me go sky diving once! My face still hurts sometimes. My mom doesn't let me go anywhere, and it's pretty embarassing- or however you spell that, it's a weird word. Anyways, it's embarassing to go out in public with her, she treats me like a baby- doesn't really let me do anything by myself. Sorry if I'm ranting too much- I'm just glad I live with my dad. I gotta go to school- he's yelling at me from downstairs. I'll introduce myself a bit more and write about the school day later, bye for now!
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