Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

     I make fire to let my true ambitions shine. Well, I have not yet created the fire that I am apposed to create, but it has no appeal to me, either. Maybe it is because of which there is nothing to prove? Just nothing in me to express. I only know one thing for sure, though. 
     I am Maya Jenkins, and I am a nobody.
    
     "You are something. Let it show. Trust me," said Mrs. Seabryn one afternoon. We both walk the the same route from school to home. In fact, we are neighbors. I do not exactly enjoy having my sixth grade teacher as my neighbor.
     I write in my school journal just because it is my job. I have a job. My own duty to take care of. To make sure I don't lose it. I even like to picture what others write. As if Jayden Deckmas were to write, it would sound so immature and idiotic.

     "I'm Jayden D. Leave me alone because you ain't gonna get the chance to know me."

     I snoop in some people's journals as well. Sometimes I look into Amanda's journal. Everybody knows she is so perfect about just anything. 

     "Why, hello! I am Amanda Jurgens. My own father is the president of a company in Berlin, Germany, and my mother is perfect as well. I hope to be just as if I were them," Amanda wrote on her first page. One thing is for sure, though, she is just about as far as a person can go from being perfect.

     "I believe you have ambition that shows. You are more than something. You are everything. Let your sparkle show. Tell me your feeling in this world," Mrs. Seabryn once wrote in my journal. I have not been completing my work that has been due, though. The last few weeks, I have been having much things on my mind. That is more than writing. 

     "I am a writer," I wrote today. I knew it a was lost cause, though.