Dear Diary,

This has got to be the most drama-ridden first day of school I have ever witnessed. More drama ridden than the first day of 5th grade, when I nearly beat up Cameron Crowe for insulting me and trying to push me into the flower bushes. Thankfully, it was not really centered around me, but more around Sophia.

Sadly, we only have our science class together. I can't socialize with her as much as I'd like, but on the bright side, science is first period, so I get to see her when I'm fresh and not a bitch from dealing with other teachers breathing down my neck.

We promised each other that we would meet outside the gym before lunch, so that we could have lunch together and talk about how bad our teachers are. Well, I didn't expect her to come out looking like her late great grandfather had appeared in front of her and chased her down the halls.

I walked out of my English class, which is less than a minute away from the gym, to find Sophia standing there, pale as a ghost, looking like she had been deathly ill for the past 3 weeks. I knew something was up almost immediately, but I also knew this wasn't going to be good because she had never been this pale and scared before.

I took a deep breath, and walked over to where she was standing, and calmly said, "How are your teachers? Any of them pains in your butt yet?"

All she did was look at me, shook her head, and say, "I'm not worried about the teachers, Sonia. I'm worried about a certain somebody."

I raised an eyebrow, and said, "Okay, explain to me as we walk towards the benches. I'm starving, and you know how bitchy I get if I don't have food during the day."

She nodded her head, and we started walking towards the nearest lunch bench that we could find. "Alright. So, tell me.What's making you so mortified?" I asked her.

All she did was let out a huge sigh, and said, "Well, it's about a guy in my English class. I don't know if you know him, but I know him a little bit better than other people."

We reached the lunch benches, and I flopped down on it and unzipped my lunch bag. "Okay. Who is this mystery man?" I asked, as I took out my container of food.

She sat down beside me, and said, "Ray Richards."

Immediately, that rang a bell in my mind. Ray Richards, who was in my math class, was arguably the only person who didn't look like he wanted to run out of that classroom and back into his bed. I sit across from him, and my first impressions of him weren't bad. He had light brown hair, complex blue green eyes, and a smile that seemed to travel across the whole room.

Overall, he seemed cool, but after talking to a lot of people, I heard about the "legend" that he was one of the most chill guys to walk the streets of Santa Ana. Then again, I really shouldn't have asked Pete Klein that, because he also said that my hair isn't naturally blonde.

"Oh, yeah, he sits across me in math. So why is that such a big deal?" I asked.

Sophia let out a huge sigh, and merely said, "Okay, do you remember me telling you that in my guy friends circle, there was one person who I hadn't seen in years and I wondered how he was doing?"

My eyes widened as my mind put two and two together, and I said, "No way." She nodded, as she snapped open the container.

"Yes way. It's him. I recognized his name, his facial features, everything. I couldn't believe it was him."

A smile creeped upon my face, and I said, "That's great! You have another friend with you! So why are you scared about that?"

Sophia's eyes widened yet again, and she said, "Uh, Sonia, it's been years. YEARS. Tell me this. What are the chances that he's going to remember me?"

My mouth fell open to argue with her, but then I realized that she had a completely valid point. She has almost never mentioned Ray throughout our lengthy friendship that has spanned to when we were still playing hopscotch on the black top.

Sure, her memory is strangely great when it comes to those things, but there was no guarantee that Ray's memory was that good. The last thing we both needed was for Sophia to approach him, and for him to be confused, and for her to be embarrassed on the very first day of middle school.

I knew that Sophia would rather swim from Florida to Morocco in one day than have that happen to her. I closed my mouth so it wouldn't look like I was the end of a bowling lane, waiting for the ball to strike the pins and fall in.

"Uh, okay, then. Hm, how do I say this? Okay, I think you should wait. The poor dude is already stressed enough about the fact of entering middle school, and having to deal with every subject that has taken a mixture of weed, meth, and cocaine. The last thing you want to do is to spring this huge ass surprise on him right at the start of the school. You will send him into shock very quickly. Give it some time, and wait for the perfect opportunity," I advised, which caused a bit of color to return to Sophia's face.

I saw her place her hand on her chest and take a deep breath, which only caused me to relax a little bit. Other people stressed is like the common cold for me. You suddenly have it, and the next thing you know, I get it without any sort of warning, and it makes my life seem like Satan has decided to control my immune and mental system.

"Okay. But when is the right time?" she asked.

I nodded. "You'll just know. That's all I can say. That instinct will go off inside of you. I promise," I said. I again wanted to stab myself for somewhat lying to Sophia. I couldn't promise the fact that she'll immediately know, but I could promise her that she will eventually know when is the correct time to tell Ray. I guess I decided to go swimming in the regret pool again.

This time, I decided to only put my feet in.

Afterwards, we went to our next periods for some more verbal torture that was guaranteed to put us to sleep. Days like those made me wonder why I didn't just come in my pajamas and bring a blanket and pillow.

Anyways, I got to my next class, and just my luck, I saw the spawn of the Wicked Witch of the West and every stereotypical mean girl in a Wattpad teen fiction novel.

She saw me, and with a cordial look, she said, "Oh, hey, Sonia." All I did was give her one of my I-don't-like-you-but-I-am-in-no-position-to-stab-you smiles.

When I found myself a seat, I immediately told myself, "Well, I'm back in hell. This is great. I even have one of Satan's disciples in my class." I sat back and just told myself to deal with it, because it's not going to get any better than this if Victoria is in my class, with every opportunity to breathe down my neck and snoop around in my personal life. But, I'm willing to deal with it, and show her who's boss, because nothing is going to stop me this year.

It's not that anything is going to stop me. It's just that everything is going to TRY to stop me. In order to get through this year, I'm going to have to power through it, and come out stronger in the end. Nothing is going to stop me from conquering this year.

Victoria's nosiness and negativity is not going to be the hurdle I will trip over. But at the same time, I'm determined to help Sophia as well. She's already in an awkward situation with a childhood friend, and we haven't even dove into this mess of studying, crying, and stressing yet.

But, she's not going to go through it alone. I'm ready, and I hope she is too.

                                                                                                                                                                                        Love,

                                                                                                                                                                                     Sonia. 

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I don't know, is Sonia just mean, or is she somewhat relatable? I don't know, I was wondering what the line was between just being a bitch or being sarcastic and somewhat relatable. So, do you think Sonia gave Sophia the right advice? Let me know in the comments.

Hey everyone! How are you all? So, this is the first three entries! If you decide to stick around, then I'm glad! Because the saltiness is going to be amplified. Just you watch. But anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter!

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Shree.