Wednesday, 12 January
Sometimes I feel like I spend my life dreaming..
My mom is convinced that I don’t dare say things to her, the bottom of my mind. Yet I said to him, "No, Mom, you're wrong. It's okay. It is true that I often have my head in the stars, but still no panic!"
She tells me that I am not sincere to myself and that it is important to be so for me and others.
So she offered me this paper with Dad. They want me to note how I feel, what I live, because apparently I can’t tell them about my feelings, and what I live.
How can they think that? As if I didn’t pass for a reserved shy and in addition, I’m practically the largest in the whole school.
Let’s be realistic, I measure 1,78 m, I’m flat like a limande and it’s my last year in college. How could I be more mutant than that?
Thanks, Mom, thank you, Dad!
My name is Abby, By for friends. I'll be back on my nickname because I'm sure I owe you some explanations.
This intimate journal on which I will reveal my adventures, dear future readers and readers is the anniversary gift that my parents have offered me.
In this paper, I'm not gonna talk about me, my adventures, or my friends! I will also tell you the stories of others, of my family, of my life as a collegian, of what I love, of what I hate and what I would like to do and there is something to do...
Well, let's start with the beginning... Let's talk about MOAAAAAAAAA!
Future Profession: writer
Age: almost 13 years...
Place of residenceclouds
Civilian status: parents, a little brother Marc 11 years old, and a great sister Aline 16 years old, vegetarian and in the midst of ADO crisis... parents are delighted.
Height: 1,78... nicknames the giant
Character: shy with strangers but less with my friends. I love making myself useful!
My best friend: Mya
Centre of Interest: my friends, my laptop, write, read, the universe and the planets;
Special sign: a grain of beauty at the neck, it seems that it is hereditary.
Oh, my God : muffins ; nothing but to write, i have water in my mouth, i will give you recipes transmitted from generation to generation by my two grandmothers.
Now, let’s go back to the essentials, that is, to my life, that of a 13-year-old teenager whose parents are invading, which, unlike what some want to make us believe, presents much more inconvenience than benefits not?
I know, it is not very original, because this is the case of more than half of the students in my class; but my parents count for four!!
I love them!