Introduction
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Chapter 1: Dear Diary… Why Is My Life Like This?!
Hi. My name is Ella Mackenzie, and if you’re reading this diary without permission…
1) That’s RUDE.
2) Please at least pretend you think I’m cool.
3) If you’re my little brother Liam, CLOSE THIS NOW OR I’M TELLING MOM ABOUT THE FROG YOU HID IN THE FRIDGE.
Anyway.
I’m 13 years old, officially starting Willow Creek Junior High, and my life is currently 60% awkward, 30% embarrassing, and 10% snacks (which is the only good part, honestly).
Let me introduce myself properly.
I live in a small cozy house with:
- Mom, who thinks motivational quotes solve everything
- Dad, who makes terrible jokes and laughs at them alone
- Liam, my 9-year-old brother, whose life mission is to annoy me into early retirement
We’re not rich. Not even close. Mom says we’re “comfortably normal,” which I think means we buy clothes on sale and reuse gift bags.
But I don’t really mind… most of the time.
I love drawing fashion designs in my notebook, writing stories, and daydreaming about becoming famous someday for something amazing. I’m still deciding what that amazing thing is. Preferably something that doesn’t involve math.
Oh, and I have one best friend: Maya Patel.
Maya is:
✔ Funny
✔ Smart
✔ Loyal
✔ Slightly dramatic (but in a fun way)
She says I overthink everything. Which is ridiculous.
I do NOT overthink.
I simply think… a lot… about everything… all the time.
Totally different.
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The Disaster Begins
So today was my first day at Willow Creek Junior High.
I woke up early, determined to make a good impression.
I picked my favorite outfit:
- Light blue jeans
- White sneakers
- My pastel purple hoodie
- And a cute little butterfly clip in my hair
I actually looked… decent.
Not movie-star amazing, but definitely “doesn’t look like she rolled out of bed and fought a pillow” level.
Mom took one look at me and said,
“Ella, you look beautiful! First impressions matter!”
Dad added,
“Remember, if you get nervous, just imagine everyone in pajamas!”
Thanks, Dad. Because imagining my new classmates in dinosaur pajamas is definitely going to make me popular.
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Bus Ride of Doom
On the bus, I sat next to Maya, who was already panicking.
“What if we get lost?” she whispered.
“It’s a school, not a jungle,” I said.
“What if the teachers are strict?”
“They probably won’t bite.”
“What if we embarrass ourselves?”
I opened my mouth to say, “That won’t happen.”
And that’s when the bus suddenly stopped.
I wasn’t holding my juice box properly.
It squeezed.
And exploded.
All. Over. My. Hoodie.
Purple hoodie = now purple-and-orange sticky disaster.
Maya stared at me.
I stared at my hoodie.
The kid in front turned around and said,
“Whoa… looks like your shirt cried mango tears.”
First day: already ruined.
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Arrival at School
Willow Creek Junior High is HUGE.
Like, “you need a map, a compass, and maybe emergency snacks” huge.
Students everywhere. Lockers slamming. People laughing. Teachers shouting directions.
I tried to act calm.
Inside, my brain was screaming:
WHERE DO I GO?! WHAT IF I WALK INTO THE WRONG CLASS AND ACCIDENTALLY JOIN 8TH GRADE CHEMISTRY?!
Maya clutched her schedule like it was a survival guide.
We finally found our hallway.
And that’s when something… unexpected happened.
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The Moment
Everyone suddenly started whispering.
Not normal whispering.
The kind of whispering where heads turn and people sit straighter.
I heard someone say:
“He’s here.”
Another voice:
“Is that the new student?”
And then I saw him.
Walking down the hallway like he owned the place was Chase Taylor.
Tall. Neat dark hair. Crisp uniform. Expensive watch. Confident smile.
He looked like the kind of person who had never spilled juice on his hoodie in his entire life.
Two teachers were talking to him politely, and a group of students moved aside to let him pass.
Maya leaned toward me and whispered,
“That’s Chase Taylor. His family owns like… half the businesses in this town.”
“Seriously?” I whispered back.
“Yep. My cousin says his house has a movie theater AND an indoor pool.”
An indoor pool?!
Meanwhile, I feel rich when I find extra fries at the bottom of the takeout bag.
Chase laughed at something one of the teachers said, and for one tiny second…
He glanced in our direction.
I froze.
Did he actually look at me?
Or was he looking at the mango stain on my hoodie?
Please let it not be the stain.
My brain immediately started doing that annoying thing where it creates impossible movie scenes:
Scene: He walks over.
Chase: “Hi. You seem interesting.”
Me: “Oh, this old juice stain? It’s fashion.”
Chase: “Wow, you’re amazing.”
Reality:
He kept walking.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t magically fall in love with the girl who smells faintly like fruit juice.
Shocking, I know.
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First Class Trouble
Our first class was English.
I thought, Okay, safe subject. I like writing. Nothing bad can happen here.
WRONG.
The teacher smiled and said,
“Let’s start with introductions. Tell us your name and one interesting fact about yourself.”
Simple, right?
One by one, students stood up.
“My name’s Josh. I play soccer.”
“My name’s Lila. I love painting.”
Then…
“Ella?”
I stood up.
And suddenly forgot every interesting thing about myself.
My brain:
YOU ARE A POTATO. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A POTATO.
I blurted:
“Hi, I’m Ella Mackenzie… and… um… I once tried to cut my own bangs and looked like a confused mushroom for three months.”
Silence.
Then the class laughed.
Not mean laughing… but still.
I sat down slowly while Maya whispered,
“Well… that was memorable.”
Great.
Now I’m officially Mushroom Bangs Girl.
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The Small Surprise
After class, while I was stuffing books into my locker, something unexpected happened.
My notebook slipped from my hands and fell open on the floor.
Right to the page where I’d been sketching outfit designs.
Before I could grab it, someone picked it up.
I looked up.
It was Chase Taylor.
YES. THAT Chase Taylor.
He glanced at the drawings, then at me.
“These are really good,” he said.
My brain stopped working.
Completely.
No thoughts. No words. Just elevator music.
“Uh… thanks,” I finally managed.
He handed the notebook back with a small smile.
“You should keep drawing,” he added. “You’ve got talent.”
And just like that…
He walked away.
Meanwhile, I stood there holding my notebook like it had just been blessed by royalty.
Maya rushed over.
“WAS THAT CHASE TAYLOR TALKING TO YOU?!”
“I… think so,” I whispered.
She grabbed my shoulders.
“Ella Mackenzie,” she said dramatically,
“This school year just got VERY interesting.”
And honestly?
For the first time today…
I think she might be right.
For the first time I didn't feel like a dork anymore, I felt useful and sensible like a tight knot was screwed into my brain so it won't go jelly wigggly ,wait what am saying,I guess is the heebies jeebies I got from talking to chase that has flooded my mind again,I wish I could be his girlfriend tho ,ha I wish a whole chase Taylor being my boyfriend,I must be dreaming, but is a good thought tho
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End of Chapter 1
Dear Diary,
If this is how my first day started…
I’m both excited and slightly terrified to see what happens next.
— Ella 💜
- Writer
