• As the fireworks glistened and brought bright colors into the darkened sky, I smiled as all couples kissed and all little children screamed with excitement. I, for one, am writing down the details of the new year in my diary I have brought.

    Dear Diary,
    It is in my concern that I have not made any New Years Resolutions just yet. However, I am planning, for this once only, that I shall not make any resolutions. This is perhaps because I am beginning to believe that I am not alive, yet I can feel the pain as I got fired from my job as a reporter for the school newspaper. I got beat up a few moments later by my parents as well. Perhaps they still believe that I am sleeping in my room, while I am here, sitting lonely, at the side of the pond, observing the social community in their natural behaviour during New Years fireworks. It has been brought to my attention that although I lack in social skills, it is most likely that I am not a delinquent. My teachers have told me that I should study more often, as I have a lot of potential, yet I never seem to have the time to, as my gang has been bringing up that I have been changing. Perhaps my gang is mugging a poor old lady right now, instead of looking at the beautiful night sky, wishing everybody a happy new year. My gang has been leaving me, but if I say something about it, perhaps I will get beaten up more badly that my parents did. I am also concerned about my parents, whom seems to be fighting more constantly than normal. What should I do when they divorce? Both my parents hate me, they really do not want anything to be related or associated with me anymore. Well, it is nearly time for me to head on home, up the tree quietly, as my parents perhaps have slept. Good night, and have a happy new year, Diary.
    Yours truly,
    Lily

    I stand up as a gust of wind blows the hair behind me and I hear shouts and cries from children and infants. Perhaps some other day, I will get to be a mother, but perhaps no one will marry me. But then again...There is a slight chance that I will get raped and have a baby before I know it. I have been taught that rapists were out there to get women, but I believe that all people are good at heart sometime in their life. Perhaps they have turned bad because of their parents like mine. But then again...Maybe they were actually good, but wanted to be bad? Life is boring, there is nothing special about it. Yes, there are those labelled 'good times', but only because they're your 'friends'. It has been brought to my attention that the concept of 'friendship' is foolish beyond comprehend. 'Friendship' is defined as a bond between friends of both sexes, and when you both enjoy each other. In my past experiences, 'friendship' usually, perhaps 90% of the time, turns into a 'relationship', where members of the opposite sex, or the same, bond together, and maybe enjoy each other just a little too much and want to be with them forever. For me, forever is not a very long time. 'Forever' can mean 5 minutes, 5 years, 5 decades, anything. It could also mean 5 milliseconds, which is quite short for a relationship to end. But I have seen it. Victoria, the queen of my school...She has been having boyfriends ever since second grade. All the boys have been hanging over her shoulder, offering to carry her books, offering her a soda or a milkshake, offering their time to her. Of course, Victoria turned most of them down. However, there is always one boy that was hanging around her that Victoria really noticed. It was usually the most good-looking guy for her, for I have forseen her moves, as she was my best friend in third grade. Victoria has a rule, a law, that applies to her and her girlfriends.

    Date a guy, dump him one week later. Tell him it's his fault for pushing you too hard.

    Victoria and her friends are foolish, no matter what people tell them. But then again, no one actually really tells them to inquire anything at all. I suppose I should really be heading home now, as my parents are going to awake anytime now. I stand up from where I was sitting and start walking home. A dark muscular figure follows me home, however, I have learned to fight brutally as my days as a delinquent. The figure goes faster towards me, and although I am quite afraid of being raped, molested, or kidnapped, supposedly, it would be better if I fight and regain my days of brutal fighting. I reach a field near my home as I suddenly turn around to see one of my gang members, Anthony.