Diary 1:
My first zit … my first bra … my first kiss
My birth mom missed them all. She should have been there to tell me it was fine, to reassure me and hold my hand when I got scared. Instead, now I’ll never get the chance to meet her because my dad’s moving us two thousand miles away—to California.
But she needs to know what’s happening. She has to understand what’s going on in my life, what’s important to me and why I act like I do from time to time.
That’s why I started this diary. It’s a collection of my thoughts, wishes, fears and desires. Hundreds of them, from the past 11 years, all committed to paper and meant for the eyes of just one person.
Diary 2:
New school… New problems… New diary.
As if starting a new middle school isn’t bad enough; now, I’m pretty sure my adoptive mom wants to send me back to the orphanage, my evil adoptive sister is trying to ruin my life, and the entire eighth grade thinks I’m a total dork because of an unfortunate beach experience involving a poisonous jellyfish. (OK, it was only a waterlogged plastic baggie that I mistook for a jellyfish, but still.)
All of that, and more, recorded on the pages of this diary, and dedicated to “M”— the mother who gave me away.
Diary 3:
Shared bunk beds… Stolen underwear… Cheesy camp songs…
My first camp experience just might be my last!
When a major mix up sends me, nerdy girl extraordinaire, to a residential sports camp for Olympic hopefuls instead of science camp, I know anything that can go wrong, will. My only hope is to suck it up and try not to mess anything up. Between majorly missing my dad and my worry over his and Diane’s divorce, camp takes a toll on me. (And let’s be real, I’m not exactly well-suited for physical agility tests and early morning workout sessions.)Throw in some embarrassing mishaps and a few emotional letters home, and this year’s summer camp will be one for the record books.
