Dear Diary,

i got you for my birthday, so i am going to try to write in you, faithfully. we shall see, it may be harder than it seems.

theres this boy at school...he's a sophmore, but thats only a year older right?

he sits across from me on the bus, he smiles and flirts. he is hot.

he has wavy brown hair, he's my height, he has deep brown eyes. ohhh my...

what i would give to date michael.

i can only wish.

anyways, mom is onto me AGAIN! it's always every little thing. she has no trust in me, she'll admit it. its like she thinks i am a slut and every chance i get i am gonna go off and screw up my life. i haven't done anything wrong, i've never even had a boyfriend. she is always on the phone, with her friends, her sister, her mom. i just wish she'd take time for me, instead of always assuming.

i bought a guitar today, i am going to learn to play it, mom was mad, she said that i need to stay dedicated to my violin. dad doesn't care all he thinks about is basketball, i think about it alot too,  i hope i make the team.

Love,

HannahBeth