It was early August, during the summer of 2007, the summer that flew past us all far to quickly. Hypno and I were in The Café, spending some quality time together before we had to go off to different colleges.

Our little clique, (me, Hypno, Jevin, and Wels, I mean) was so lucky. Luckier than we imagined. We weren't all moving away to go to big city colleges, leaving us to get together maybe once or twice a year, but the meetups becoming fewer and further apart as we grow apart. One of the few perks of living in Los Angeles.

230 colleges and universities. Just in LA.

Anyway, Hypno and I were eating our croissants and chatting about nothing in particular, when randomly Hypno brought up a diary he had written in freshman year of highschool, when we had first met.

"You?" I had laughed, "A diary?"

He reached over and flicked me, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. "Shut up. I was fourteen."

Once my giggles had subsided, with an embarrassed grin, I told Hypno about the diary I had kept during Junior and Senior years.

"You?" Hypno mimicked, "A diary?"

We laughed, and thought nothing more of the short conversation.

A few days later, I was helping Jevin pack his things to move out of his parents place. My mind was brought back to the mediocre chat with Hypno about diaries when I pulled two beat-up sketchbooks from Jevins bookshelf. One read 'Wels Knight, 2004-05', while the other read 'Jevins book (dont touch ths hypno ya smelly bich).'

I wasn't really surprised to find that Wels had a journal on Jevins shelf. The guy has lyric ideas every two seconds, he's going to need somewhere to jot them down. As for his notebook being in Jevins room... who knows? They're dating, he probably leaves shit at Jevin's all the time.

I was more suprised to find that Jevin had a diary. Jevin likes to talk about his feelings, not write them down (I learned that pretty quickly after befriending him), and to add to that, Jevin is dyslexic.

When I asked Jev about it, he said he wrote a journal because he's dyslexic.

"I wrote that junior year. I'm pretty sure I thought I needed practice writing well." He shrugged, "You know how grade eleven was. Test, after test, after test. And books are nice to talk too when people aren't around."

"That's kinda sad, Jev" I had pointed out.

Jevin scoffed, "Don't pretend you don't do the same. You didn't even talk to me about your 'little' crush before writing it in your book."

I couldn't argue.

To change the subject, I brought up how all four of us seemed to have kept journals at some point in highschool.

And, that's how we're here. I dug up my not-so-old diary, and asked my three friends for theirs. Then, I made this monstrosity. So, this is highschool, told through the perspective of four morons. Brought to you by me, xB Crafted.

I pulled five entries from each of our diaries (which were hilarious to read, holy cow-), then compiled them into this little booklet! Now we've got twenty-something entries of pure pain.

I fully expect Hypno, Jevin, and Wels to read this. So, a note to you guys, prepare for so much embarrassment.

Wels, you're so overprotective.

Jevin, never ever try to describe a kiss in words ever again. I need to bleach out my eyes.

And Hypno... don't kill me. Call me once you know.

Enjoy!