DisneyMushroom

Calypso, age 13, 09/21/2015        Dear Diary, I really like our new house, but at the same time I hate it for sucking me in, and taking me away from my old home and friends. We’re almost all moved in, except for a couple boxes that are stacked around the house. I haven’t been to school yet, and I’m super terrified; Mostly of my new social life.        Since Calypso and her parents came to the Florida, she hadn’t really been outside of the house; not even to walk on the beach, or swim in the ocean. Calypso sat on her window seat, which had a wonderful view of the sea. Then, Calypso remembered the pan pipe. She had

Calypso, age 13, 09/18/2015        Dear Diary, it’s been a whole day since we left for Florida. I’m still in the van sleeping and listening to pop music while I wait for my life to end. I’ll have no friends, and this new school sounds pretty boring from what I’ve heard about it. Please send help!        Calypso stuffed the Diary back into the suitcase that laid on the floor of the van. Her eyes were drawn back to the small window in the back seat and sighed as she gazed upon the busy streets. It was around midnight when she felt her eyelids become heavier and heavier; as if small weights were gradually being let do