I was going to school today and saw those boys playing in that playground. I am determined that I will try my hand or rather foot at football this year. I finally have some friends in the boys. They should be at least silent if not supportive!

Dear Diary,

I succeeded. I ran onto the field and ran along with everybody else. But everybody else was boys L

I know, I know I should not care, but I do! And I did not get the ball, not even once. Well they can’t teach me now. Because you know all of them already know the basics. It would just screw up with the coaching and all and the boys will be behind the other school teams. But I can’t help feel disappointed. Why am I supposed to be the understanding one here?

Dear Diary,

I just did my homework and I just did some prayer. I was very good today. My elders say that I have to be a very good girl and keep everybody’s care in mind. I will try not to disappoint them ever J

There is this guy in my batch whom I don’t like. I will hit him again and again and again. Today he learnt that I am going to Judo classes. Ha! Bet he was scared! He came and asked for a fighting challenge. I accepted. I will confess here. I was scared. Damn scared. What if I lose and people will see what a girl I am? But well we went and stood in the middle of the classroom in the lunch break with people shouting fight! Fight! Fight! And then I struck him and he dint strike back. After three blows he fell down clutching his stomach and I declared the fight over. Phew! Close shave!

Dear Diary,

Today I fought the other section guys along with the other guys. I was the only girl in the front ha! And they were all there with their chains and what not. But I went all aggressive and kicking and all and they got a shock and well, nobody fought. Again, a close shave!

Dear Diary,

I am sad today. Why am I not allowed to go out alone after school or with friends to have pickles??

I tried talking to my friends about my family problems. They all looked at me as if I am from some different world. Ok, I mean I just dropped it on them like “My parents were fighting so much, it was driving me crazy” but what’s with the bitchy looks and the “this girl” is weird looks. I bet every single one of them deals with the same shit at home.

Dear Diary,

My uncle said that I will grow up and go away to my husbands's place and leave them all alone. Why do I have to go??? Why? why? why? He did not have to go! He is still here with grandma and grandpa!