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September 9th, 2016: First Day of Junior Year

Dear Diary,                                                                                                       9/9/16

Today was my first day of Junior year at Marthyn High School... "It feels great to be back" is not a sentence you would ever hear come out of my mouth. It was not great to be back. I am back in that prison with the same dip-wads who don't know how to spell or breathe, for that matter. I am back with my friends, but I'm still mad at Carolyn for what she did to me last year; she told everyone that I was lesbian and that I felt her up when we had a sleepover and, being that she was far more popular than I, everyone believed it. To this day some still call me a dyke. I already have homework to do, and not the usual "get this class syllabus signed," kind of stuff. NO, I have to create outlines of chapters in a textbook for three of my classes. ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! My teachers aren't that bad. They don't seem like they'll be bugging me much this year, except for the evident amount of excessive homework... 

One good thing about today was that I met someone new... His name is Taylor and he's a senior. He's in my health class and he seems really nice. He's super tall, like a foot taller than me, with green eyes and brown hair. He doesn't have perfect teeth but he does have a super cute smile. It gives me this weird feeling when he looks at me or when he smiles. I caught him staring at me a few times during class today. He had this sideways smirk on his face that wasn't noticeable unless he was staring right at you, which he was. The dark look in his eyes made me shift in my seat and feel all weird inside. He was wearing a black and grey hoodie and dark jeans, which made his eyes look that much darker. I know his M.O. though. He's a badass. He drinks, smokes weed, gets with many girls, drives a huge black jeep, blasts rock music everywhere he goes, and apparently he's always out with his friends. I have to admit, having a boy like that look at me made me feel kind of good inside. I'm such an inexperienced, sheltered, good girl... I've never done ANY of that... But I kind of want to. He interested me. So mysterious, so popular. Everyone in school talked about him, making up stories about what he does over the weekends. All the girls want to get with him, some girls who claim they got with him say that he is ripped. Hearing all these things makes me want to know more about him, but from his perspective. I don't want to hear all these stories, I want to hear the real stuff first hand. 

Anyways, overall, today wasn't that bad of a day. My friends are pretty nice to me still, my teachers aren't that bad, and I have a new interest in my head... Taylor.