Ella's Diary

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I slept peacefully last night. I woke up around 6:00 in the morning. I wash my face before heading to the living room. I took out some eggs and cooked them. I made scrambled eggs. I turned on the TV and Drake and Josh is on. It is 6:15, so I quickly eat my scrambled eggs and head for my bathroom. I wash my face again and brush my teeth. I put on a blue crop shirt and a white skirt that is up to my knee. I put on Our Moment by One Direction perfume. I put on blush glass liplicious lipgloss from Bath and Body Works. My stepdad came in. "Wow you look fantastic darling." "Thank you." "Last night I bought you a pink bike with a basket, it's size 24." "Thank you." "It's in the garage if you want to ride it to school or you can walk with me if you want to." "I think I'm going to ride my new bike instead." "Ok." "I'm sorry dad, I know you want to walk with me, but today I want to ride my new bike." "It's ok darling, because I bought a bike for me and your mom." "Do you want to ride your bike with me to school?" "Yes darling, your mom is coming along." "Ok." "I'm going to read my library book while I wait for her." "Ok." My dad said. I took out the library book I borrowed yesterday and I started reading chapter 14. Chapter 14 is really good and there is more drama in it, than any other chapter. My mom walk in and she stares at me. "You look very astonishing honey." "Thank you mom." My dad walks and he said, "are you guys ready?" "I'm ready." I said. "I'm ready." My mom said. We all walk in the garage. We unlock our bikes and my dad opened the garage door. My mom's bike is mint green and has a bigger basket than mine. My dad's bike is blue and is bigger than my mom's. My mom's bicycle is 26 inches and my dad's bicycle is 28 inch... ... middle of paper ... ... posters about math. The room is big and very colorful. Math is my favorite subject and science too. When I was nine years old, I started to love math. I love science, it's a very interesting subject to me. The bell rings and students' voices echoed in the nearby hallway. The teacher wrote something on the whiteboard. I copied what she wrote onto my planner. I looked up and the room was filed with students. "Class, we have a new student." The teacher said looking straight at me. I smiled at her. "Her name is Ella, come up here Ella." She said motioning me to go to the front. "Introduce yourself to us." My math teacher said very softly. I am shy around strangers. "My name is Ella, and I moved here from New York. My biological dad abused me a lot, and my mom divorced him. I am still traumatized from the abuse but I am happier than ever." I said with a huge smile.

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