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"Silly boys, silly girls
Silly, silly, silly
Playing the games, all the toys
Silly, silly, silly!"

Journal,
I've been in this town with my family for over six weeks now. The move was
terrible. I cried for my lost friends and all that I knew. Somehow now the inner hurt is
healing and is now being replaced by a longing to meet even one new friend, to learn
about our new home. As I walk around the place, this little town is becoming more
acceptable, almost comfortable. Yet, the friends seem very hard to discover. Not only
am I the new girl on the block, in the sophomore class, but I'm the new minister's
daughter. To the kids in my classes it's like I'm starting with two strikes and have to
prove somehow that I have a rightful place among them. There's a peculiar small town
elitism with the students, like each has a sort of noble destiny they're well aware of.
They are a strange collection of egos and spoon-fed personalities. Dear Journal, I will try
to be more faithful in writing to you.

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