—NOTES— Welcome to my new novel series, perfect fit!! I got bored a few months ago so i started planning a cute little novel. I’ll say this is 10+ becuase it discusses some… *stuff* Just a note, AI was not used in this piece at all, so i want no accusations. :D Only for a cute name which Ai Overview gave me Pip, then I looked up what it could be short for. All the writng is by me In this story, Piper starts year 7 with only one friend desperate to create the perfect friend group. She tries not to focus on what other people think of her,but finds it tricky. And so…LEt uS bEgIn!! :DD —IN THE BENINGING….— Why do school holidays have to drag on for so long?! Seriously, it feels like time has completely ground to a halt. There are still five agonizing days left on the calendar before the first day, but my brain has already started banging on the doors to be let back into the classroom. While everyone else is mourning the end of summer, I am over here practically vibrating with impatience. I love school so much that I would genuinely kill to sit at a desk, pull out a fresh gel pen, and smash out a brutal math test right this second. My brain is just starving for a challenging maths puzzle. How many balloons does Billy have this time? 12? 42? 118? I guess we’ll never know. To fight off the heavy boredom that hit me like a boomerang about an hour ago, I decided to go on a rescue mission. I dug through my shelves and found a pristine, forgotten notebook—totally blank and full of potential—and officially claimed it as my new diary. I immediately lost myself in the creative process. I spent ages carefully customizing the cover and designing the first page. It is now completely aesthetic, packed with layers of my absolute favourite fancy stickers, cute border cut-outs, and perfectly placed stationary details. I am utterly obsessed with how it turned out! It feels so …me. However, after pouring all my energy into that intense crafting session, my creative battery is officially drained. My sudden burst of motivation has completely evaporated, and I can feel the boredom creeping back in. Instead of forcing it, I’m pausing here to save my energy for the real deal. Consider this my opening entry.And I’m Piper Healman, by the way, but you can just call me Pip. See you on the very last night of freedom for the next update. Bye! — END —
