I am going to say this now. There is a mention of depression in this, and so if you are uncomfortable with reading anything that mentions that.. I would suggest you not to read this. Just a warning.

So, I decided to write a book. Now, this book will not be like others.. It is composed of a bunch of journal entries, directed to the reader. The main character-by the name of Sam-explains their life through the journal entries as they go through their first year of college. As the book progresses, Sam will start to fall in love with the reader. (A gender for Sam will not be specified, nor will looks.) ..I have the first entry finished.



August 15, 2009
Dear reader,

Hello. My name is Sam. I would ask you what your name is, but sadly enough, I cannot see your reply.

Today is my birthday. I am finally 18 years old, and a couple of weeks before school starts. This will be my first year of college, and to be honest, I am very nervous. I have always struggled at school.

It’s going to be even harder now, and not just because I’ll be in college. My sister is going off to Europe, where she'll be studying for a few years. Normally, that might not seem like a big deal, but it is. My sister-Nadya-and I are very close. That might not be a usual thing for siblings, but it’s different for us. My sister was the only person who could keep the depression at bay.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I have depression. Self-diagnosed, that is. I haven’t told my mom anything about it. The only person who knows is Nadya, and she’s gone now. Left yesterday. Couldn’t even wait until my birthday came. At least she gave me a birthday present, a laptop.

My mom got me this journal. Why, I don’t know. I wonder if she suspects me for having depression. I sure hope not, I don’t really want her to know. I want this to just be a thing between me and Nadya... and us as well.

I might not post a lot in this journal. I don’t know. We’ll see. I really have no idea why my mom bought me this. I wonder if she is going to sneak a peek in it every now and then. I sure hope not. If she does find out I have depression, I’m not sure what would happen.

I really wish school didn’t start in two weeks. I’ve mentioned before that I struggle in school, right? Well, I do. And it isn’t just because I’m not very good in any classes. I mean, I do struggle in math, science, geography. The only class I’m relatively good in is English.

The main reason why I struggle in school is... Well, I'm really short. Like, really really short. Shortest person I know. I'm also incredibly shy, and never stick up for myself. Perfect bully material, you know?

Writing-as well as talking to Nadya-are the only way I can vent out my frustrations. It's not fun getting bullied all the time. I've written quite a lot, too. Mostly poems. I may post one or two here. I don't know, we'll see.

Oh, I have to go now. I’ll write in this later. Bye.

Sam



Not much, I know. I just started writing this today, and I wrote most of it at school, during study hall.

Critique is greatly appreciated. I know the grammar isn't very good, but I didn't have a lot of time to work on it. And besides, this is from the point of view of someone going into their first year of high school, so the grammar may not be perfect cx