Glasses

16/11/2016

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow I have to go to the opticians and get glasses. I don't want to get glasses.

Everyone will laugh at me because I'm short-sighted, and it will be SO embarrassing. I'm already bullied for being a crybaby and now I have to have spectacles, as mum calls them. They'll be spectacles and I'll be one too. No one else in my year has glasses.

I would pretend to be ill tomorrow, but mum will know that it's because of the glasses, because I've told her over and over and over again that I can't wear them, because I'll be a laughing stock. 

It's bedtime. See you, whoever is reading my diary when they're not supposed to, Michael.I'm talking to you.

18/11/2016

Dear Diary,

Wish me luck.

18/11/2016 #2

Dear Diary,

Guess what - no one cares! I just walked around with my glasses on and the worst thing anyone said to me was that they didn't think glasses suited me, but that was it. I guess I did make a big fuss of it all, but it's fine now.

Oh come on - I have to go do the chores. Well, GO AWAY MICHAEL!