My Diary!

Preface.

You know that change is the best step you do in your life, and this thing happens to everyone in this world, but to me I hated it! I moved from my aunt's house to live with my father.

I was on my way to my new high school. My first day was…unexpected. I parked my black Volvo in the parking lot, got out; I got nervous, as usual (new school and new faces), but it was different to me. I moved to a new town called 'Phoenix' I was about to enter the school building, when all of the students eyes were on me, as they say in slang language: COOL BABE…huh. Well that is what all the students saw me in 'UGH' it is annoying, I was wearing black jeans and a turquoise shirt( long sleeves) and my hair was opened, for the first time in my life I was the view of interest…BORING! That's what I thought, I entered and before I knew it a boy just jumped from behind me introducing himself to me then asked me what was my name.. Well I had to answer I said: ' um- belle… yah belle your name is Marco right?' I tried to change the subject to know him better not the other way around, but unfortunately, he complemented on my name by saying:

'Ah belle...Hmmm…. Well if you know French… you will find that belle means (beauty), it really suits you'… he blushed and so did I. I thanked him and went to the gym, to my surprise the teacher made me play basketball, which I am not good at. Here is the evidence, I had the ball and I wanted to pass it to my team mate and I don’t really know what happened I threw the ball under a boy's feet who was playing volley ball, he tripped. I apologized and he didn’t mind so he introduced himself by looking at me with some of the interest I saw this morning. I then knew that his name was 'Joe' he seemed to be a good guy. At recess, he invited me to sit with his friends… (Lucy, Mark, Eugene, Eliza and of course Marco the person I already met this morning), now Eugene and Eliza were twins but no one will know that until they confess that to them… and they were happy to consider me as a best friend to them. They talked more about themselves, then it was my turn to talk, I did not talk much because the bell rang. In addition, that's great!

Dear diary I will tell you my life story with my love, and my best friends: