Diary About a New Kid Chapter One

I'm no girl.

I mean, not a girly-girl. My name's Mitchi. I don't have dolls, or read sappy romances. I play soccer, on the boys league. Goalie. I've saved many a goal. Anyway, Mom had this idea I would be more girly if I wrote in this. Nope, ain't gonna happen. But I'm popular. Yes, I'm gossipy n stuff, but not girly.I don't follow stupid gossip, just important stuff.

There's a new kid. A boy. He's good-looking, but he's not going to hear it from me. He lives close, on my block. His name is Nicholas StLaurent. He has short black hair that's slightly wavy. He has emerald-green eyes that seem to look into you, like, deep. He's a little tall. The teacher asked him to 'present himself to the class'.

"My name's Nic,..." and he got a look from the teacher."...olas. I used to live in Canada. I have an owl." The class began to whisper."I live close to school."

The teacher gave him a desk next to me. Whisper, whisper. As she droned on, I daydremed, 'cause I knew the stuff.

That night, in bed, I thought of what he said.

"My name's Nic-olas. I used to live in Canada. I have an owl. I live close to school.Nicolas...Canada...owl...school...I live close to Mitchi...".

Then I dreamt.