I think I finally figured out why I don't fit in at this school. I need a new wardrobe. I still dress like a ten year old and everyone here dresses like they just stepped out of a vogue magazine. Even Hazel.
She is like forever changing her sense of style. I think she's bipolar. She just recently ditched the blue highlights for some curls and now dresses like one of those girls from 'The Lying Games' or some show.
Now I feel slightly ashamed to even stand by her, but at the same time special for her wanting to be my friend.
But all that is going to change because I've finally convinced my mom to let me shop at one of those really expensive teen shops at the mall.
You know one of those places where the sale girl dresses like Hannah Montana and have pierced belly buttons, blond highlight
