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[16 May 2004|06:17pm] |
Daisy Reynold finished applying the top coat of purple nail polish to her fingernails. She blew on them and carefully put the brush back in the bottle, placing it on her dresser. Daisy snuggled under the red blanket on her bed for a moment, before getting up reluctantly and walking over to her desk.
She turned on her computer (birthday present) and signed on. Nobody worth talking to was on, so instead she logged onto her livejournal.
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I'm not the type to keep journals. But I thought I'd give this a try, its not like anyone is going to read it (hopefully!). Well, let's see, here...
I'm Daisy Reynold. I'm 16 and a sophomore at Hanover Academy. Which sucks. I have a twin sister, Candace, who I hate. She's a total bitch with no conscience- its her fault I'm here. She mentioned in 8th grade that she wanted to go, and my parents assumed I did, too. I didn't. I was just fine in private school with my friends.
I really don't have any friends at Hanover because I don't think the same ways they do. I'm the weird boho artist who doesn't conform. Candace didn't make it any easier for me, either. It was her idea in the beginning of 9th to make me sit by myself at lunch. First day, she was already Miss Thing. She's just more outgoing, definetely not nicer!
Enough about Candace, though. I'm Daisy, I'm a musician and a dancer. I play in drums for the school's band and in my own band. We get some gigs outside of school, and we're okay. I dance ballet, tap, lyrical, hip hop and jazz. I take classes in and outside of school.
Its almost dinner now, so I'd better sign off. Spaghetti night. Yums.
DAISY REYNOLD
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