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Hello,   Welcome among the users of Diary. You have made the right decision to choose the diary of the modern days. We welcome all your experiences, feelings and secrets, and they will be safe here. In order to keep it safe, your password and user name must be registered in your head, plus set the security functions. When you are done with all this, you are all set to write about your life and thoughts in your own secret diary. Enjoy writing: the Diary Team   LAURA - Wednesday, August 17 All right, I registered. I don't know why. This ad just popped up on my f*******: and i********: so I clicked on it and it looked good. It’s just like writing a blog so what’s the big deal? I have time for it and it would be very funny to read it over how crazy I was about David the lifeguard who didn't even look at me. Then it turned out that he has a girlfriend who is brutally jealous and spends her whole day on the beach looking at her boyfriend who doesn't even dare to speak to other girls. Lynn and I would probably laugh at the whole story again. Since this is my diary I really don't need to write down that my name is Laura Brooks and I turn 16 in the summer and will be starting my junior year this fall. Back then I was homeschooled for my first year of primary school because dad was traveling a lot for work and mom didn't want me to be stuck in one place so that we can go anywhere anytime etc. etc. So this is how I’m starting this thing. Stupid ha? It doesn't matter. I’ll drop this formality later on. It's like starting a new notebook, you write nicely in the beginning but by the end you'll have a hard time reading your own handwriting and so on. Anyway, my school is really cool, everything is mostly modern, the requirements are high, we have pretty good teachers who help and my classmates are also very selected. Selection doesn't necessarily mean how smart you are, but it means that we are the members of the Jet set and tuition is quite high. Nevertheless, you can still flunk out and if you fail three times you'll be advised to go to another school. It would be very bad for the school's reputation when it comes to college admissions. The most important thing about me that I'm really really interested in nowadays is my weight. I am 128 pounds which is a total disaster compared to my 5 foot five height!!!!!! Although statistically it is ideal, I am not satisfied. My new personal trainer is coming tomorrow and I've also told to start cooking in order to change to a new diet. I have four more days until the first school day. Only liquids till then!!! I have to be thinner than at the end of last year no matter what. Even if I die, I'll do it. Uhhh, it just occurred to me that we haven't had to cook for a month now. No wonder I put on some weight. We have a new woman come to our place with her daughter today and I hope she's an expert in low-fat diets. And imagine her daughter will go to the same school as me... The cook's daughter. My dad, who is actually a famous lawyer, has an old friend and the cook happens to be related to this guy. I have no clue why we have to involve them in our lives and what this chick is going to be doing in an elegant school like mine, but that says that he owes this friend a favor, so let it be. And he expects me not to say anything about it. Come on! The previous cooks did not live in the garden house and even if they had children, who cared about what school they went to. So why are they coming here??? Anyway my mom says it's not my business cause dad knows what he's doing. My mom also has a law degree but when I was born she quit her job and has been working as a stay at home mom and also does some charities with some foundations. So I'm OK with this chick but I would definitely not give her a ride to school in the morning.   ARLENE - Wednesday, August 17 As soon as I switched on my iPad, a bunch of in-app ads popped up. By the way, I would do good with my old laptop, but I need the iPad for school. So I get all these ads on my f*******: page which I only use so I can keep up with my old friends. In the past, I didn't really want to develop any long-lasting friendships so I don't have hundreds of f*******: friends and I have no intention to have that many. I've been thinking about this diary thing for a while. It would be good to be able to write down my thoughts, but it is scary at the same time that even writing a diary is virtual. What is next? In school, it is required to have an iPad. What is more, every student gets one. Writing in hand has got to be so obsolete as written language almost only consists of abbreviations and slang. We don't even have to type since there are programs through which you can dictate whatever you want. Sooner or later you don't even have to think as it will be done for us by machines. There are already a lot of people who spend less and less time without thinking, LOL. For example the driver who brought us here. He just kept on talking and asking questions and it didn't dawn on him that neither of us wanted to chat. Mom politely answered a couple of his questions in the beginning, but then she gave up and stared out the window just like me. We looked at the wonderful, sunny and shining Curland Valley (CV) which could be everybody's dream to live in except for me. We want to live in the valley, but up on the hill, on the 'rich side'. There are huge gardens, beautiful houses and of course a breathtaking view, but for me it is just too much. The name of the school is Brandfull High School (BHS), our street is Glaring St, and our hosts, the Brooks, keep smiling at us as if we had been friends forever and it's as if we were about to spend a pleasant weekend at a weekend house. But today was the first day I had seen them in my life, and mom will be their employee. So we are not even guests but some people posted and tolerated out of pity. My mom says that I should be glad that they are kind and she's right she keeps telling me that sometimes my honesty goes too far. I can't help it. At least it's mine. There isn't too much left anyway. I hate to act so I don't care if people think that I am a jerk or an introvert. This definitely is not my kind of world. Even when we were quite well off I hated showing off just as I hate unnecessary spending and too much wealth. Why is the surface so important? It's like a bubble blown up by those living in it and it is getting bigger and bigger and I have no idea who they want to convince more. Themselves or the others blowing the same kinds of bubbles? We'll find out once the bubble bursts. But it will hurt that's for sure. Mom is starting tomorrow. She will work eight hours a day shopping and cooking for the family and the other employees. And I'm so lucky to go to the local uppish high school. Sure. And of course with the scholarship which Mr. Brooks covered because we wouldn't be able to pay the tuition fees. It's ironic that her daughter also goes to the school (where else?), and since we are the same age, there's a good chance that will have a couple of classes together too. I can't wait! Arghhh!!! Now that I'm looking around, discovering the area, I don't think I will meet that girl on the school bus tomorrow morning.   LAURA - Monday, August 22 The first day was sick. Literally. I only lost two pounds in four days, although I practically ate nothing. But my stomach was aching, as well as my head, my skin went grey, dark circles around my eyes and I was pissed all day. I am beginning to believe that you can’t lose weight by starving. I kicked out my personal trainer. He was a real loser. What’s more, he was constantly staring at my boobs and butt, which made his pants protrude up front. Eww, he was a perverted pig. Lynn said I looked gorgeous in my tight, white shorts, my cellulite did not show. I believe her, cause although she is my bestest friend, she can be brutally honest at times too. So I hope I was really stunning, especially since after my first class I saw HIM. Peter Tunningham, the man idol, the coolest, the most handsome, the most everything… Seriously, my heart missed a beat as he looked at me with his lazy glance. I was trying to linger around for him to lay his eyes on me some more, but he was gone too soon. Just looked at me for a second and walked on. I have no clue what it means. Does he like me? Or not? According to Lynn, he definitely likes me as he never looks at her for example. Well, I don’t know. I don’t think Lynn would ever notice if a guy stared at her. I believe he would have turned to look at me if his ex, Ashley, had not come by. I can’t stand this chick, and I think her feelings towards me are the same. But unfortunately she is beautiful, actually the most beautiful girl in the school. Dressed as a pro, always according to the latest fashion, and with a perfect body. The only negative thing is that she knows it all. She looks down on everybody and expects us all to bow to her. Well, she will first see me do it when her face is already wrinkled. ☺ (oh, I wish, I wish, I wish, maybe tomorrow.)     ARLENE - Tuesday, August 23 Two days. I’ve been going to this school of superficial and snobbish people. Throughout my whole life, I have almost always found it possible to adapt, but this is way toooooo much. I had met s*x-kittens and posterboys before, some of whom I even befriended. But this school is like there were only these types of people in the world. Human mannequins with empty heads and thick wallets (surely full of money coming from their parents.) OK, it might be possible that all of them are Math geniuses or a Literature profs, so I should not judge them by their looks. However, it is very rare that I see any average-looking people. It looks as if they were all ostracized as they walk along lonely or maybe in pairs in the schoolyard and the corridors. Or can it be that they are just as lost as I am? I got totally pissed at lunch. There were seventeen of us standing in line: eight girls and nine boys. As I was the last, I was bored enough to count that eleven people had dyed hair. Yes, two boys as well. I am done for.   LAURA - Saturday, August 27 I was bored silly today. Lynn was busy. Candy, who graduated last year and is (was?) also my friend, has gone to college. She is moving into a dorm right now, and I guess she is totally occupied with her new life, because she has not responded to my msgs on sss or w******p, although I know she has seen them. Mom says it’s ok as she has a new life now and is busy making new friends. She says the same thing will happen to me when I go to college. She also wants me to be friends with the daughter of our new cook, who is right next door and looks cute and modest. Mom says the girl would have a good effect on me and we could go to places together. She even said that she would invite her over for the afternoon. That’s hilarious. We started shouting at each other. I was outraged claiming that she should not organize anything for me. I don’t need the neighbor to bring her Barbie dolls over as I’m not seven any more. Then mom shouted that I am almost seventeen and I should get off my high horse. If I can’t find sensible things to do, then I should not just act bored so spectacularly, but should study or read something. I should spend time in a much more useful way, she said, instead of lying on one couch after the other and staring at my smartphone. So just the usual stuff really. I’m all used to it. I won’t even write about it as it is just so pathetic. Mom gets nothing, so we had a big fight. I bet she is blocking my credit cards now. She always does that. Lol…just bought some good stuff yesterday anyway.   ARLENE - Sunday, August 28 Mom had a day off so we could be together for the whole day. Yesterday I cleaned the house to surprise her and so that she could rest today. It was really an exceptional day as we ordered food (she said it’s a shame for a cook but I would not let her cook), and we also watched our favorite movies. We drew the movies randomly and got Philadelphia; Life Is Beautiful; and Casablanca, which is her all time favorite. We also chatted, put away the clothes and she did her nails in our hidden terrace at the end of little backyard we have. She even got me to do mine too. The result was a pale varnish, and I have to admit my fingers look much nicer. So it was really a cool day. I am full of energy now. Unfortunately, I have school tomorrow, so I can’t sit in the shade behind the dense hedges. I’ve decided to write everything down in this diary that is worth mentioning. And since my days are not so eventful, I don’t have to be afraid of my hard drive getting full soon. ☹