dear journal,
it's finally my senior year. i can't wait to finally be out of high school. however, i still can't drive, so i have to continue to ride the bus. gross. it always smells like body odor and rotten eggs. i'm so not looking forward to riding in that retched smelling piece of crap they call transportation in the morning. oh well. i just have to last this one last year. and then i'm done with this nasty bus forever. well journal, first day is tomorrow. gotta get my rest so i can make it to the bus stop on time.
dear diary,
my new house is pretty. it has a nice front yard with nice flowers and i really like the red bricks. but i'm nervous. i start my junior year tomorrow at a brand new school. i don't know anyone and i probably won't even make any friends. i'm too shy. i also have to ride the bus for the first time in my life. that scares me too. i hope no one tried to sit next to me tomorrow. that would be awful. sitting next to a complete stranger worries me. but i guess i better sleep so i can make it to the bus stop on time.