Dear Diary,

There was a new boy at school. He's in most of my classes. He smiled every time he looked at me.

The popular boy looked angry all day and shot the new boy death glares.

And I'm confused. The new boy is kind of cute. But I know it'll be impossible for us to be friends.

The popular would turn him against him like he did with all the others. That's his job; to keep ruining my life.

But my life can't get any worser than it already is.

Sincerely, broken girl.