Dear Journal,

Too...cliche. I crossed it out.

Dearest Journal,

No, I thought, scribbling it out.


Too...Street. I crossed it out again.

After a half and hour's worth of consideration, I decided to just write the date.

March 28, 2012

Um...Hi. My name is Kimberly Jane Crawford (Kimberly Jane to my parents, Kim to my friends, and Kimmy to anyone with, A. a death wish, B. a suicide note, or C. the name 'Jackson (Jack) Ray Anderson' Aka, my best friend of 5 years), and I'm a fourteen year old ninth grader at seaford high. Today is my birthday and my aunt gave me this dia- I mean Journa (you)l. Diaries are for girlie-girls who have nothing better to do than sit around and write about their amazing boyfriends and how much money their daddy gave them this week while eating gormet chocolate. I'm NOT one of those girls. If anything, I'm just the opposite. I'm a butt-kicking Karate girl. I may be blonde, but I have brains. I may be a cheerleader, but I'm not a witch. I don't have gormet chocolate, a rich daddy, or a boyfriend. Anyway, back to my aunt. Aunt Rachel gave me this journal and said, "Kimmy," *Insert me glaring murderiously*, "You're growing up now. Most girls your age are having sleepover and slumber parties and gossip sessions with their girlfriends. You're fighting boys, hanging out with boys, and talking to boys. I think you need one of two things. 1, new friends. Or 2, a diary." And thus, I'm stuck with you. Mom told me to atleast try writing in you, so I decided to give it a shot.

I geuss I can write about my day.

So I went to school today and everything was normal. Eddie and Jerry forgot my birthday (again), Milton gave me a calculator for my birthday (again), and Jack was the only one to actually get me something heartfelt. He gave me a locket in the shape of a yin-yang symbol that had 'KJC+JRA=FriendsForLife' engraved on the back.

I swear, it's the sweetest thing anyone's ever given me. Jack's just like that, you know? Really sweet and kind. He's good at almost everything. BlackBelt in karate, straight A's every year, Class president, and, even though he refuses to tell anyone except for me, he's an amazing guitar player. See? Good at EVERYTHING!

Please, don't think I sound ditzy, but I have a sorta-kinda-maybe-huge crush on him. I have for a while. He's just so...Jack. Almost every girl in our school likes him, and some try endlessly to flirt with him. Alot of them say I'm lucky to get to hang out with him all the time, but I'm only his best friends. Best friends only end up together in the movies, right? Right.

Anyway...I geuss that's all for now. I'll write more after school tomorrow.


Kimberly Jane Crawford.

I shut my diary and turned my light out for bed. Though I didn't go to sleep. Jack and I have this nightly thing where we talk at 11:00 every night. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 11:00 on the nose, so I picked up my phone and was about to dial, when it started blasting my ringtone, 'What Makes You Beautiful,' by OneDirection.

Typical Jack, always beating me to the punch.

"Jimmy's hoe house, you got the doe, we got the hoe." I answered, disguising my voice.

"Yes, I believe a friend of mine has moved into your faucility. Is Kimmy Crawford there?" Jack's voice rang through the line.

"Thanks Jack. Really, I appreciate it." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, you basically set yourself up for that one." He joked.

"Whatever. So how was your day?"

"Eh...not too good." He mumbled.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well...I tried to tell this girl that I like her...but it didn't work out too well. I chickened out." he sighed, pathetically.

"Wait. A. Minute. You chickened out of something? BEST BIRTHDAY EVER! Who's the girl?"

"Just this girl in my math class." He said, obviously forgetting I was in his math class.

"Which one?" I asked, curiously.

"Just one of them. No big deal. So did you have a good birthday?" He askedd, wanting to aviod the subject.

"Eh, I geuss. Aunt Rachel bought me a dia- I mean Journal. She bought me a Journal. My parents forgot, again. As usual, you're the only one who gave me anything that I liked." I told him.

"Well I'm amazing. That's a 5 year streak! But I must say, Milton's calculator was hard to beat! I mean how else could you do you're quadratic formulas!" He exclaimed, laughingly.

"...What's a quadratic formula?"

"...I don't even know..."

"Wow. You're special Jack. Really." I laughed, twirling my hair around my index finger.

"Only in the he-ead!" He singsonged.

"KIMBERLY JANE! YOU GET OFF THE PHONE WITH THAT BOY RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Mom called from downstairs. If you can't mom hates the fact that Jack's my best friend.

"Well, the she-devil has spoken. I better go. Call me in the morning?"

"Absolutly. Goodnight Beautiful, Love you." He said in a mock-chival voice.

"Love you too, King of the dorks. Night."

I hung up the phone and laid down to actually go to bed.

A/N: Hope you like this. It's not as long as I'd like, but whatever. I know I say that I hate when authors do this...but if I don't get 6 reviews I probably won't post the next chapter. I'm sorry but It's hard for me to continue
multi-chapter stories that aren't getting huge results. Just 6 reviews (6 different people) and you'll get chapter 2. :)