Stop Slamming Doors in my Face!

Another big day in Gabriel history! Gabriel went on The Wild Mouse ride, which is supposed to be one of the "intense" rides. Little doofus is finally growing up! People are starting to stare at me a lot. I don't know why. I think it's because I'm kind of different. All these other girls are wearing shorts that are as short as underwear and shirts with tons of cleavage and all this makeup. I wear some makeup, but you can't see it. I wear hippie-ish outfits and I have short hair. I'm like stargirl. And I'm improving my posture. I used to hunch a lot but I have forced myself to stand up straight. I looked horrible when I sulked. But the biggest difference of all is that I smile. I pick up things and open up doors for old people. And all these other kids my age walk by like their too cool to be nice. I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing, but these are just things I was taught to do by my Oma and other adults. They are habits This girl in the hallway slammed the door in my face and I said sorry! She just walked away! I force all my friends to be nice. They tease me, but once they didn't even want to leave a tip at the bakery! :-O! I'm just completely paranoid, I know. But if you I'm-too-cool-to-be-nice teens are out there, YOU AREN'T! NO ONE IS! Plus, Karma people, karma! And if the people who stare at me stare are there, please stop. It makes me uncomfortable. I have to wake up early tomorrow, so I'm heading to bed. Sorry, no picture on my blog tonight. My dad thinks my computer is ruining his Internet but his computer is just old and slow. -Anneliese