I don’t think they ever found Samantha.. or if there is a Samantha now. Don’t remember much but seeing red when that bitch walked off on the dance floor with him. Parents seem very vague on the details. However, they are kinda of insisting that it was a baby bear that wandered into the school. I think they are renaming the gym in Samantha’s memory. They should rename it the Bad-dressed-boyfriend-thief gym now.
Not that James will ever speak to me again… considering if he ever comes out of the coma.*
NYC shouldn’t be too bad, but I have to stay with my dumb aunt and uncle. They have no personality or backbone. AND no sense of fashion. They look like they are stuck in the 60s. Hell-o! It’s 1989!
I hope they don’t make me practice the piano. Also, dad’s family is a but weird. More so than mom’s. I dunno, Mom can be a but crazy and weepy. The whole thing smells weird. Ooo, I can see the skyline out the window. Catch you later.*
My new room bites. Hard core. They are taking me on some lame family thing when the moon is full again. But, I got to go ‘alone.’ Like hell, I couldn’t be more alone ever. I want to go back home. Oh did I mention they are sending me to an all girls private school??! I’ll catch up later Diary.