Dear Diary,

Unpopular, yet pretty. Un-noticed, yet so talented. Such a Loser, yet she's so Cool. Heather Dawson, 15 year old girl, who attends Bridgeport High School; smart, beautiful, attractive, kind, sensitive. Also, the Deep, Darker Side; gets bullied, Self Harms, emotionally disturbed; physically smiles, Cares too Much, ends up getting Hurt. This is her Story in a Diary

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1. In The Beginning

        Dear Diary, 

  Today, I'll be facing the first day as a Sophomore at my new school Bridgeport High in Pennsylvania. Thanks to my Step dad, I left behind all of my friends, crushes, basically my Life in New Jersey. I think about my old house everyday. But yet again, maybe this could be the Best school. I could instantly make new friends, and finally get a boyfriend for once in my Life, and, maybe lose my virginity like all the other normal girls. Mom just called me from downstairs in the two story Victorian house. 

                                                                      Sincerely, Heather 

 

"Come on Heather, I gotta get to work!" Mandy Dawson looks at her Michael Kors watch and shakes her head. Heather slowly approaches the corridor to walk downstairs. She thinks to herself, "This day is gonna be the worst." I slowly, but, finally walk downstairs and out of the House to my mothers parked, Honda Civic. I take one look at the House and get into the car. She starts up the car, and, drives out the driveway. As it seemed a silent long ride, out of the neighborhood, we finally get to Bridgeport High School. I tip my head against the window as we pull up infront of the colossal school. "Okay Heather, we're here, you want me to walk you in?" I wish my Mom would stop acting like she cared. "No mom. Or do I not have a say so in that either?" I unstrap my seat belt and get out the car, slamming the door. My purple Converse scrape against the cement of the High School grounds. I walk inside the professional built building and it's decor amazes my eyes. The beautiful clear wall painting, nicely decorated furniture, clean newly water fountains. Even the bathrooms look amazing. I pull the green coded schedule out of my pocket and look for my first class, while looking down at the paper a guy approaches me. "Need some help?" I look up startled. "Yeah, sure. Mr. Harding?" "Lucky you, that's where I'm headed. You must be the new girl, Heather right?" "Yeah, I'm Heather." "Cool. I'm Jason." I smile to myself. So far so great. Jason was cute. He had brunette curly hair and deep blue/green eyes. His heart shaped face, fitted perfectly with his dimples. Tall, slender yet muscular body, and, his sort of nerdy look suited him. 

 

Dear Diary,

 Here I am at school. In Mr. Harding's class. When I entered the classroom I got a few dirty looks. I guess it's cause the school doesn't fit me. After all, I was the only one wearing worn out converse, ripped skinny jeans, an old Abercrombie & Fitch tee, and my brunette hair just straightly hanging down, brushing against my back. If I wanna stay Valedictorian, I better listen.

                                                              Sincerely, Heather

 

A beautiful girl, with long curly blonde hair tapped me on the shoulder and passed me a note. I smiled and she deviously smiled back. I opened the note and it read, You don't belong here bitch. As my bright smile faded into gray skies, a group of girls snickered, including the one that gave me the note.

 

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