September 1st
I'm sitting in my bedroom, surrounded by boxes and chaos. Mom and Dad are yelling at each other downstairs, and my little brother is banging on the door, asking me to play with him. I just want to hide.
I got this diary for my birthday last week, and I've been waiting for the perfect moment to start writing in it. I guess today is as good as any.
I'm starting high school tomorrow, and I'm terrified. What if I don't make any friends? What if I get lost on the way to class? What if I'm not smart enough?
I've been thinking about this moment for what feels like forever. I've been dreaming of being a high school student, of being older and wiser. But now that it's finally here, I just feel scared and unsure.
I guess that's why I'm writing in this diary. I need a place to put all my thoughts and feelings, a place where I can be honest with myself.
I'm not sure what the future holds, but I'm ready to face it head-on. Or at least, I'm trying to be.