06/15/09
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I am Andrea, I happen to be 13, I live in Monet' Place, Fl; and this is my first diary!! Omg I'm so excited I finally have my own diary!!
This is my best birthday ever!! I get to go to school for the first time, and make friends, and date boys tomorrow *oooo* ^_^.  I've been homeschooled all my life and I finally get out of this damn place OMG I JUST CUSSED!! I wonder what tomorrow will bring…  Well this is all for now I'm sleepy.
Hugs and kisses
Andrea
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Well this is it, Elizabeth Monet' Academy. I must say it looked different from what I thought it would be. Its exterior was dark and gloomy, it had purple bricks, and the doors looked like they were from the 5th Century; they had some type of script on them too. It spooked me out a little.

So here I am staring at the door wondering what the script says, and that's when she walked up. She was probably around 5'6 or 5'5, she had long curly brown hair, her complexion was a nice Honey, and it matched her eyes perfectly. This girl was gorgeous; I had never seen anything more radiant in my life! She walked passed me and opened the door, then she looked at me and asked, "Are you going stand there all day?"
At that moment I realized. . . I was to be her friend. "I - I'M ANDREA! IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU!" I bowed my head like she was royalty or something, I guess that's what you should you do when your face turns blush red in front of a girl.
"Bianca. Now let's go before you make me late." She conjured up the cutest smile showing her perfectly white teeth (which looked liked they never had braces).  She showed me to my class and went on about her day; she walked off with her head held high and with a graceful walk.

"So I see you've met Ms. Bianca Williams, The 9th grade bitch who thinks she's all that because she is pretty and is dating the hottest 10th grader ever created." He was tall with a British accent, his hair was jet black, but he had the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen; it was unreal! "Oh BTW my name is Donovan, Donovan Williams. I'm Bianca's older brother." He sat down next to me like we had been best friends forever. Even sitting down this dude was tall!!
"Um, why are you in an 8th grade class if you're older than Bianca?" I asked.
He replied with a smile that lit my heart, "Maybe I'm in here to help you for my free period."
I looked him deeply in those green eyes as they rested on mine, "Or maybe you're stupider than you look." I can tell he was amused and upset at the same time, yet he just sat there.
"Good morning my young pupils welcome to the wonderful world of science!" Mr. James, our science teacher, shouted. I take it this school was for the movie stars and artist who decided to do something better with their lives instead of look in to a camera and say crappy lines. Mr. James was 6'1 with blonde locks in the cutest boy cut and bangs I had ever seen, his face was chiseled with a strong jaw bone, his eyes were a dark brown (The look into your soul and take you hostage dark brown), his body definitely reminded me of the green arrow minus the green suit. "I see Mr. Williams has already found his seat in my class today. Will you ever not come into my class for your free period?" Man did I feel stupid, he was telling the truth! At least I got a good insult in though.
"Well, you know I find nothing more entertaining than watching little 8th graders struggle with the easiest stuff in the world Mr. James." Donovan said as his crooked smile was direct at me.

– My other three periods were boring as crap, so you know I couldn't wait for lunch. I don't understand how they make you wait four hours before lunch! As I entered the lunch room my eyes opened wide; the lunch room was freaking huge! The chandeliers were huge and bright. The walls were a bone color with a red accent on the wall to my left. The table was round and had the little white sheet you see on the movies; it was like awesome. I was looking around the huge cafeteria searching for the food when I saw him. He was 5'8 with a new, fresh fade. He looked a lot like Khaleed Thomas only darker, and with a deeper voice. His eyes looked black, and our uniform made him look like a Greek god. He walked up to me and stopped for a second; I guess he was thinking about what to say. "Do I know you from somewhere?" His voice almost made me drop to the floor.
"No, you don't, but for future reference I'm Andrea." I gave him a smile that I never knew I had, it was nice but inviting; all of a sudden my body reacted to him in a peculiar way: It was drawn to him; I knew he had become my new addiction.
He looked around then jumped and walked away while saying, "Well it is very nice to meet you Andrea, I'm Eric."

While walking around the Cafeteria I saw Bianca and a few of her friends, I went up to her table to say hello, but when I got there they all stared at me. . .