Dear Diary, January 14, 2012.

Dear Diary, 

The date is January 14, 2012. 

The day started with an irking beep from my alarm clock. I woke up, I grabbed my purse and a protein bar, and then headed out the doorway. My parents are never home. Never. They got a job in the state of Florida, took it, and got a house there. I'm 19, so yes, I can live on my own. Although it is a little lonely. I had skipped a few grades because I was "very smart", so school was over for me. But the feel of friends, teachers, textbooks. It was all gone. I found my feet trailing me to the house of Coraline Maspeius. She was the second richest household in town, except after me, of course. My job was a high pay; writing and advising Vogue magazine. Practically owning it! I looked ahead and swerved from Coraline's house. New York City never got lonely, although I did-and I lived in the middle of it! My shoes tapped the ground and I swung open the modern door to the building. I clocked in, walked to my office, put on my headphones, and began revising.