It was a warm, sunny afternoon. Any kid would want to be outside having fun, enjoying the nice weather, playing games with their friends. Any kid but me, that is. I guess this is where I introduce myself. Hi I’m Alina Nicole Richards. You can just call me Alina. I’m the type of girl that keeps to herself. My parents say I have a very active imagination, and I guess they’re right. I see the world different than other people. To me, everything is not what it seems. Let’s just say I over think a lot of things, make them more complicated than they are meant to be. That might be why I don’t exactly fit in with the other girls. All most of them care about is what they’re wearing to their date tomorrow or if their hair looks good. That’s why its hard for me. I could care less about my hair style and it’s not like I’m planning for a date. Heck, I’ve never even had a real boyfriend. So while the other girls are going shopping and doing their makeup, I sit here and write. Well, type actually.

I lifted the top of my laptop and waited for the screen to light up. Once it did I moved the cursor over to the start menu. The list came up and I clicked on the third choice from the top. Up popped a small screen. I clicked the maximize button, and it covered my screen. This was my virtual diary. The place where I kept all of my innermost thoughts. I never let anyone see it, ever. Not that I had anyone to show besides my parents, but they wouldn’t understand how I felt. This is where I kept all of my poems, my songs, my thoughts. No one would understand but me.

I typed in the date, June 25, 2008, and began spilling my thoughts.