Welcome to a sophomore girl's diary named Petrichor, which means the sound of rain, for those who didn't know. There is something totally wrong with the protagonist, though. See if you can catch what that is before the end.
Hello! That's a dumb way to start a diary… Starting today, I guess I'll be writing my feelings, drama, and whatnot in here. I admit to being pretty depressed lately. My mom says I'm bringing everyone down, too. My therapist was the one who suggested this whole diary thing. Normally, I don't really care what my therapist says, but I acquiesced. I don't want to feel this way anymore.
Considering how it could be, sophomore year is going okay. I have my few friends, and they understand me. My English teacher, Ms. Russell, is so lugubrious. Even on the easiest assignments, she's always asking me if I need help. Sometimes, I do feel chagrin and like an embarrassment when I turn down her help when I really need it.
On the other hand, the cooking class is great! The key lime pie we made last week was sublime – pun intended. I crack myself up sometimes. I guess that's enough for today.
Word of the day: mellifluous
Author's note: Well, super short chapter. This was a dare, so don't expect 10-minute chapters!
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