Wow.
Oh Wow.
I met the most perfect person a week ago. His name is Matthew. What a great name. He's great, everything about him is great. When I'm around him, I feel great.
I don't fancy him though. He's just a friend. Which is good because I was looking for a friend. I can tell him anything. Actually the only thing I can't tell him is that I keep this diary. I think he thinks it's nerdy so I told him that I don't have one (that's why I haven't been writing in here, I have seen him everyday since my last page). He has blonde, spiky hair and hazel, green eyes. His clothes are cool and he is quite clever. He goes to school, the school nearest to here, actually. Which is great. Like Matthew. I'm seeing him later at the park. I don't know what to wear, maybe a dress or a skirt. I want to look good but not too good. Not so it looks like I've tried to impress him. He doesn't like girls who just worry about make up and clothes. I think I will wear a short skirt and a white, lacy T-shirt. And I'll put my hair in a high ponytail. Sorted.
Mum has just called up the stairs that someone is walking up the drive and they look like someone I would know.
Oh gosh. Matthew. He's early! We were supposed to be meeting at the park! I need to get changed as quickly as possible or he will see me in my pyjamas! I'll write about everything later. Bye!!
Claire xx