WriteByte

Monday July 14^th

Dining room

Eating Breakfast

7:10 am

Dear Journal,

This is my first time writing in a journal so I thought I would tell you a bit about myself before I start raving about my freakishly embarrassing and exciting life. My name is Selena Goulburn, I am 13 years old and I live in the suburb of HappyValley in Adelaide, South Australia. I am in year seven at Happy Sun Primary School and I have the worst Teacher ever, I have nicknamed her ms talk-to-her-food-and-door-feeler but her real name is ms Butterbook. I have nicknamed her this because she talks to her food and she feels the door, for example the other day me and my best friend Taylor heard her say “I’m so sorry apple but I have to eat you.” And then took a huge bite of the apple. Then when she goes to open the class room door in the morning she moves her hand all over the door and then opens it. Samuel asked her last year why she does these things and she replied “I do not talk to my food or myself and I touch the door because it zaps me.” Apparently the whole class began laughing.

Well that is enough about me lets finally get in to the story about my freakishly awesome life.

At the moment I am sitting at the dining table eating my breakfast as I am about to head off for school. Because today is Monday I have the worst lessons, like German and science and even the dreaded HEALTH! No body likes health because instead of a normal teacher teaching us about hygiene and food groups, Ms Butterbook teaches us about the reproductive system.

7:30 am

I can not believe I have been writing in here for exactly 20 minutes, time goes fast when you have nothing better to do other than writing in a journal that your mum bought you for 50 cents. I have half an hour until I have to leave for school, I have to leave early because I am walking and it takes about half an hour to get to school even though it’s a two minute drive.

My brat of a sister Vanessa, is sitting across from me and she is listening to her I pod as she tries to shove a massive spoonful of cereal down her throat.  I know she is a brat and she eats like warthog but she is only seven what else is she meant to do. Sometimes she can be really cute and all I want to do is squeeze her like my jeans squeeze me while I try to get in them, but for the rest of the time I feel like I want to strangle her to death.

7:45 am

I have 15 minutes until I have to walk to the dreaded school of learning for girls and boys aged between 5 and 13, also known as Happy Sun Primary which I must inform you is anything but happy.