New school … new problems … new diary.

 

As if starting a new middle school isn’t bad enough; now, I’m pretty sure my adoptive mom wants to give me back, my sister is intent on ruining my life, and the entire eighth grade thinks I’m a total dork because of an unfortunate beach experience involving a poisonous jelly fish. (Okay, so it was only a waterlogged plastic bag that I mistook for a jellyfish, but still.) 

 

All of that, and more, recorded on the pages of this dairy, and all dedicated to “M” – the mother who gave me away.