Mommy bought me a Diamond Ring [Hannah's Diary.]

[Hannah Bennet]

The Diary of Miss Artist

[/center]
She's looking in her Pockets, wanting some change
She might be silent and small
But baby, I know you are wondering whats be wondered in that head of hers
Are you sure you want to know?
It can be scary, it can be sweet, and it can be smart
But whenever she is thinking
She is thinking about you

I'll be your baby. Maybe
Hunny, you may try and deny it
But we all know
We know that you can wish
That you can try
For that one girl
That one girl who thinks you are nobody
When all you want to be is her Somebody

She puts up walls to see who will break them down
You may think this chick is only the quiet girl from down the street
But remember
What was Clark Kent?
This girl could be your heroine and you're standing on the side lines looking at her like she's a foreign object.
Just remember, Clark Kent beat the bad guys asses.
What makes you think she won't beat yours?

The Offical Diary of: Hannah Bennet[/blockquote][/font]

[Hannah Bennet]

Hello Diary,

How's it going? Do you know I bought you from a bookstore? Probably not, you're about as dumb as they come. Sorry, that must have hurt you little inanimate object. You only cost my eight bucks. You were cheap. =]

I guess I should tell you a little bit about me. And frankly if anyone finds this and starts reading, I'm giving you a big Hullo. Okay to start of, my name is Hannah Bennet. I just turned seventeen on January 5th. I'm an artist, a photographer and history in the making. I live in Carlem, but only just moved there. For the last sixteen years of my life I have lived in the back seat of my parents Gremlin, parading around the U.S learning about myself and learning my artistic abilities. I have never been in a relationship because of the traveling, I have never had my first kiss, nor a best friend. I live everyday wishing I could be more like the people in this town, when they turn out to be boring, snobby, bitches. I am class president of the Junior class, and I am basically set for college. Yeah, I know little diary, you are thinking, what the fuck? So am I. People from all the different art colleges around the united states, have been coming to me, saying how great I would be in their up-scale art colleges.

Well, enough about me. I want to describe to you, the horrors of my life. =] Enjoy.

It all started with the word 'birthday'. Why would anyone come up with that word? It's so damn troublesome. Well, that's besides the point. The one day it was my seventeenth birthday, my parents forget about me, treat me like an ugly piece of furniture in a yard sale. they said happy birthday, then sped away to go to an art show. I mean, I know they are irresponsible, but forgetting to spend time with your kid on their birthday, that's just cruel. Continuing with my story..that one day, I decide the town, my life, is just to fucked up to deal with. I run to the Tailings, and begin to cry. I cry and I cry, until I'm sobbing. I'm letting my sorrows pour out in my mind. I turn around, to see someone. I go ballistic and go flying off the side of the hill. Holy shit, that hurt. Anyways..the person came to my rescue, and turned out to be a really nice guy. And, damn, he was hot. But, he was so nice to me, but I wouldn't shut up. Next thing I know, I like him. This kid is so lucky, eh? He gets to be my first crush.


Well, this is where I say goodbye, for now that is. Toodles.

-Hannah.[/blockquote]