Dear Diary,
Two months have passed and I am still a “loner” at school, if you can even call it that. I don’t really mind so much.. Just, once in a while, it would be nice to have someone to talk to, I suppose. I’ve only been able to contact my old friends a couple of times. They still have lives, while I’m stuck here in this desolate wasteland. I must be going now, however. Ta.

i looked down at my long, spindly handwriting. i guess it’s better to be a loner, at least in my case, i thought. if i wanted to fit in, i’d have to become Barbie. i shuddered. after putting my diary back under my pillow, i stared at my ceiling. suddenly, there was a noise coming from my closet.

KTCHKCHTCHK , it scratched. i sat up. what the heck is that? as i started walking towards the closet, my door was shoved open.
“time for dinner!” my mom said, overly cheery.
“ugh, ever heard of knocking?!” i said, and went to the newly-finished dining room, still thinking about that mysterious noise.

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