Dear Diary,

It's Isadora Harriet Montgomery's first day of junior year in high school. A.K.A My first day of junior year in high school. And of course it started with a BANG! Why? Because a hot boy' ball hit my face. I'll explain while I was walking around thinking about Emily Dickinson's poem "Because I could not stop for death" a basketball came flying towards me. Apparently it was this super duper hot popular dude (SDHPD for short) ball. His name is Jesse Adams. He's super kind because he actually said sorry. (Most jocks tell me "Hit the road ugly bitch") He helped me up and asked if he could make it up to me. I wish I said "DATE ME THEN I CAN BE POPULAR!" But I said "Oh no its okay you don't have to do anything."

I hate myself.