This is a story about a girl named Poppy who got a diary for her 11th birthday. It is her pride to write, but will bullies, middle school troubles, and drama get in the way if her life long author dream?
Ok. So I'm writing in a diary. I mean like, I've seen people do it so I shouldn't be so embarrassed! But for some reason I am. Today I turned 11 years old, double digits, and middle school. My whole family was at my party, and when they sang happy birthday I felt like running out of the room screaming stop. Of course, though, I didn't. My grandma gave me this diary. She said it would help me through middle school, so I could write down my “feelings” in here. They will never understand!! But here I am writing in it, because I have to be appreciative about my grandmas gift. Maybe it will come in handy. One thing I do know, though is that if I bring it to school, I will never hear the end of it. My older sister Maybelle is always saying how great middle school is, but that's only because she was the most popular girl in her grade. I'm nerdy, and wear glasses because I'm half blind. My mom is always saying how beautiful I am, and how it doesn't matter how I look on the inside it's what I am on the outside. I'll see you tomorrow diary, for the first day of middle school.