30 August - 11:45 am

Journal,

I officially hate my life.

Sorry, that was a shit way to start off. I just.. argh, I don’t even want to write in this stupid thing! My mum says I need to “express my emotions more” because she’s worried about how school will go for me when I start.

Well, excuse me. The only person I’m gonna know there is Danny and he’s a year above me, which equals nervous Dougie.

Strike that. Dougie Poynter is never nervous. Especially about stupid things like school. And friends. I’m fine on my own. I’m like a wolf.. yeh, that’s it! A lone wolf, roaming.. Alone.

That sounded way better in my head.

My mum just came into my room, WITHOUT KNOCKING, saying I should “introduce” myself to you.

You’re an effing journal, why would you care?!

Reason one as to why one has lost their mind: they start talking to a JOURNAL!

Mind as well, I guess.

My name’s Dougie Poynter.. Did I already say that? Oh well, let’s assume you have a bad memory. I’m sixteen and not at all an awkward teenager. My body is 100% natural sex appeal.

Danny just laughed, to which I hit him over the head for. Stupid Northern idiot.

Should I talk about him? I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Danny Jones is my best friend, however stupid he may be. I met him in primary school when this idiot stole my lunch and he got it back.. Using a superbly placed fist and a clever use of the word “broomstick”. Ever since then we’ve pretty much been inseparable. I’m even going to his secondary school, FINALLY, after two years of convincing my mum that I don’t really need a fancy school. And a few expulsions. Totally not planned or anything.

I’m a good kid, in all reality.. I just get in a few spots of trouble every once and a while. 

Or every week. There’s not a big difference.

Danny wants to go.. do something. I’m guessing my mum might read this and I don’t want to risk her finding out what.

MUM, IF YOU’RE READING THIS, STOP INVADING MY PRIVACY!

-Dougie