Hey guys. I'm okay with people not liking my story (since this is my first one it's not going to be that good). I like it when I get bad reviews on stories to tell you guys the truth. It's not like this going to be read by one thousand views so I am just writing this for fun. And right now I'm going to say sorry about my grammar but there might not be that much (hopefully). So here it goes, I hope you like it.

September 23, 2011

Dear Diary,

My mom told me to write in this, she told me when she was my age and she was in a hard spot she would write in one of these. If you can't tell my mom was one who wrote "Dear Diary," but she wouldn't let me erase it. It seems kind of cheesy writing that, I mean I see it in every chick flick I ever seen. I have to write in this little journal "in till I know what my feelings are", or something like that.

Before I tell you about Feelings or some crap like that should tell you a little bit about me, or at least my name. My name is Lucy Quinn Fabray, but if you were a real person you would call me Quinn.

My mom and dad are divorced he was having an affair with a person at his work. I think she was an intern or something. I haven't seen him since he kicked me out of his house. My mom didn't do anything. Finn barley did anything. She knew I was pregnant when we were trying on some of my dresses, she didn't know what to do. She did say any thing. And Finn, oh god.

Well, let me not dwell on the past.

Today, hell this week was the same as any other week, same as any other day. I woke up at the same time as every other day; ate the same breakfast; went to the same school, or the same shops; went to the same classes everyday; got basically the same lunch; and went home to do the same things. The only thing that's different is glee club (we have it every other day and every week we have a different topic)…

Maybe you are more useful then I thought.

Respectfully,

Quinn