Elena is in her room sitting beside her window on the seat and looking down into her diary. Her mother started teacher her about diaries and things like that when she was younger. It was a gift she cherished since then and up until now even though her parents are dead. Her hand flowed quickly over the paper and she wrote down all of her thoughts as she did over and over again every day. It was the first day of school and she was not ready to face all the people asking if she was ok. Yes sure she would put on a brave face and all that but no one would really know how she would feel. Dear diary, today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile was saying "I'm fine, thank you." "Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.