Dear Journal,

My first day at Plumstead isn't going like I thought. First I got thrown like a football by eighth graders. Tip: Stay away from eighth graders. Anyway, after that I couldn't leave the back of the bus. I don't know why, but something was stopping me. After awhile the bus driver left. I didn't know where he went. But when he came back, he was with the PRINCIPAL and some other girl with a notepad and a pencil.The principal asked me questions. I didn't answer any of them. A couple of minutes later the bus driver said this wasn't his only job in a loud voice. Next thing I knew, we were moving! He drove us to his second job at the gas station! When we got back at the school, we were laughing hystarically! But I could tell the school was going haywire. For some reason Mr.Brimlow acted surprised when the secratary said we were late. I think he used a spoonful of sarcasm! Unfortunatly, we had to go to the late room. 

- Eddie Mott

Dear Journal,

Why didn't you answer me? I know it was sad that we had to go to the late room. But you had fun right? It was worth it. Good luck at making new friends. Don't forget about are lunch meeting.

Your Friend, 

Mr.Brimlow