Okay. I know I said I'd never write I'm this diary again. I meant it at the time. I'm definitely not the kind of girl who curls up with a diary and a box of Godiva chocolates to write a bunch of really sappy stuff about my dreamy boyfriend, my first kiss, or my overwhelming ANGST about the HORRIFIC discovery that I'm a PRINCESS of a small French-speaking principality and now worth MILLIONS.
THIS IS SO NOT ME:
-pedicure
-designer clothing
-brains
-beauty
-perfect skin
-shiny hair
-cute, flirty habit of twirling hair that drives the guys wild
-manicure
-princess tiara
-chocolates (from adoring boyfriend)
-perfect body
-exciting diary
MY LIFE TOTALLY SUCKS!
All day I wandered around my new school like a zombie in lip gloss. Not a single person bothered to say hi.
MOST OF THE TIME I FEEL INVISIBLE!
How am I supposed to fit in at a snobby prep school like Westchester Country Day?! This place has a Starbucks in the cafeteria!
I wish my dad had NEVER been awarded a bug extermination contract from this school.
They can take their little pity scholarship and give it to someone who wants and needs it, because I sure DON'T!
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