Dear Diary, Dear Diary, Dear Diary?
DEAR DIARY!? What
IS that?
*cough* I REALLY need to speak to my manager about this. Anyways while I'm waiting maybe...
Strawberry? Puppy? Emoji? Darth Vader? (<--... whaaa??) Dragon? Ferret? Oh.. wait. That might be good! Dear Ferret! Yes! Yup.
xxxxxHello ferret. The name's Brigitte Jennifer Leafbrooke. But you can call me Bree. Lemme take a selfie!

Yup. I know, I look SO fab. I will probably get a makeover in a few days. But, anyways my name is Bree. I'm a freshman at
Pawington's School for Gifted Creatures (Public School). I transferred from New York to California. Yup. I'mma city gal alright. Let me introduce you to my family before we get any further.

Here is my mom! Her full name is
Lenora Aeysha Leafbrooke (nee. Blair). But for the rest of the time we will be calling her.. well. Yeah mom. You'd expect me to call my mom by her NAME?!
Nuh-uh! She was the one who got me into writing about my
"feelings" bleh.

Here's my dad. His obession with fishing basically makes him "the typical dad." His name is
Trevon Leafbrooke. But of course we will still be calling him..
dad.
And.. my sister just came in so, yeah you know what she looks like.

... Yup. That's my sis. Her name is
"Rachel Blair". She goes my mom's maiden name. It's so hard to know if she was related to me in conversations because she used mom's last name. Here is a typical conversation with her "popular friends."
-Popular Kid Enters The House-Kid ~ What a nice house you got there!
Rachel ~ Well, thank you!Kid ~ Who is that? -points at me-
Rachel ~ Oh, it's my sister.Kid ~ Don't you two have different last names? Oh, do you have different parents?
Bree ~ -scoffs- Typical favo-ed child. I was always in the shadow with my sister. She looks always like a beauty queen I wonder if I was even RELATED to her.
The thing is, Blair was always
SO NICE.
A peacemaker.
It was SUPER hard to hate her. She was.. well
like a sister to me! We
never got into a fight. She had
loads of friends and would always back me up when bullies started bullying me. She
was MEGA popular in our old school.
I hated not hating her. I tried to force myself, but she
NEVER did anything wrong.
Now. Believe me, I'm a good child. But next to Rachel, I was a hot mess. I am
9 months older than her. (She was born on Dec. Third) (Me, March 16th) and when I
saw her for the first time at the hospital. She was
pure perfection. It's hard to live up to standards where you are always compared to
someone flawless. Just think:
she is Angelina Jolie and next to her, I'm an opened jar of roasted peanuts.I got to go ferret. It's dinner and tonight we are having pancakes!