My name is Sarah. I'm going to write a diary/journal/whatever you want to call it. I'm going to write every Saturday and record what happened that week. This year, January first just happened to begin on a Monday, it was very convenient. I'm 19 years old, and my life is very boring. I want to be a photographer, and I haven't started college yet. My friends said I should do something better with my life, because my GPA was almost perfect at 4.5, considering 5.0 is almost impossible to get. I was class president for 2 years of high school. I was the star of my school's soccer team. But I want to be a photographer, because my mother, grandmother, and my great-grandmother were all photographers. I'm going to make my kids be photographers. But that's enough about me, and I don't know why I just introduced myself, because I'm the only one who is ever going to read this. But this week was boring. I slept in, went to Starbucks, and worked on my college application form which I should have done a long time ago, every day of this week. Told you my life is boring.

Notes

Okay so basically this story is a diary somebody found after Sarah's death. I'm not going to give a lot away, so that is all I'm telling you. And I HATE orange juice. I'm a random person. ~Bri <3