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July X, 2023

Dear Diary,

Looks like this is my first entry. At least, here. I kept a diary when I was 13, but I eventually forgot about it.

I’ll start with an introduction. My name is Lacy — or as the online world knows me as, Lacey. I’m fresh out of grade 12 and my birthday’s May 11th. I haven’t skipped or been held back any grades. You do the math for my age.

I look like an older version of Mary Lennox from The Secret Garden. Medium blonde, olive skinned, femme.

I applied to a journalism program at the University of Toronto. They accepted, which is cool. What’s not cool? Driving an hour each day because I can’t pay for an apartment in the main city. It is what it is, though.

My free time outside of hobbies is spent writing articles for my Lacey Hannah profile on Medium. If not that, promoting myself on Twitter or YouTube. I hardly have any followers, though. The most is 67 followers on my Twitter.

As much as people insist I don’t, I do have a few friends. There’s Dina Chang, a straight haired brunette who has been my best friend and only one from childhood. She’s the exact opposite of me. I’m a punk nerd who’s also into anime. She’s an acro dancer and gymnast. Well, at least she was. She’s currently going into the same journalist program I am in September in hopes of a more stable job.

Another friend of mine is a brown guy named Otto Singh. He’s technically 2 years older. However, he spent 2 years in a coma anyways, so neither Dina nor I feel the age gap. Somewhat introverted, he’s an artist at heart. He can draw and paint in almost every style imaginable — realistic, animesque, cartoonish. Unlike Dina and I, he’s heading to the Yale School Of Art.

We don’t let our differences get between us. It hasn’t been particularly easy for any of us to make friends outside of each other anyways. Otto’s rather shy. Dina had too busy of a schedule to have a proper social life until it was too late. Me? I’m honestly not sure.

The Next Day

Dina suggested to me today to sign up for a publication’s editor team. I was rather reluctant. Editing hundreds of stories each day sounded exhausting. But then Otto came up with another idea. Fill out the application form to see if the team would accept you, but politely decline if they do. That didn’t seem too bad.

After scrolling the Internet for a bit, I stumbled across a music publication on Medium: the aptly named Music Refined. After going through the recent editor request article, I went to the actual application. I also quickly joined the Discord server.

The first few questions were fairly normal. They asked for basic information like username, experience in writing, other socials. There were also questions about experience in both writing and music.

But then came a long sludge of brainteasers and random fluff. What would you do if monkeys tortured you as you rushed to meet a deadline? Which famous guitarist would be the Governor of New York and why? Compare your Enneagram assessment to this picture.

After spending the weekend trudging through the good and ugly, I finally submitted the form.

Whew, I thought to myself.

August 5th, 2023

Dear Diary,

It’s been a quiet week so far. Mostly.

I DM’d a guy yesterday named Archie — erm, Archer J. I’ve been into him for a while now, but normally I’d be too shy to even comment on any of his stuff. That is, until last morning. Dina gave me a tactic she always uses to become more confident in front of her crushes. Practice starting a conversation directed to a picture of them and treat them like a regular person. It seems to have worked for me.

Today, I met up with Dina and Otto at a café. While Otto ordered a cappuccino, Dina and I ordered medium black coffee with sugar. Dina and I have always had similar tastes in drinks, weirdly enough.

“Any news about the editor application?” asked Dina.

“I applied a few days ago,” I answered. “They won’t get back to anyone until next week.”

“Ah,” Dina sipped her coffee. “Anyhow, this tastes way too bitter!”

Otto smirked.

“Then add some more sugar,” he snarked.

“I can’t do that,” stated Dina. “I’m trying to get into a cheerleading squad, and they only want the healthiest and most athletic bodies.”

“I never thought cheerleading could be so hard,” Otto fingered his light striped pink and blue flag pin.

“Food’s not the hardest part, dude,” said Dina.

Otto went to go to the washroom, so Dina and I had some girl talk.

“How was it talking to Archer?” Dina wondered.

“Amazing,” I responded. “He’s such a sweet guy. Very helpful, too. Not to mention sophisticated and hilarious at the same time.”

“That’s great!” Dina grinned.

Dina continued suffering through her bitter drink.

She was very much happy once it was done.

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(The following story is fictional with fictional characters. Continuation of https://medium.com/@SnarkyLisa/untitled-no-1-story-preview-8966ffdde73a, but doesn’t require prior knowledge).

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