June 12, 2016:
Dear diary, it’s Kelsey again, it’s been a while since I’ve wrote in this pink notebook with glitter and rhinestones, but don’t judge me, this was cool back then. I don’t even know what to say, I guess we can start off updating you on how I have changed since seventh grade. I am now a junior at Mosaic High School, with a 4.0 average. School comes pretty easy to me, the same as it always has. The amount of friends I have can still be counted on one hand. Being at the top of the class isn’t easy, everyone pressures you to know everything. Sometimes I wish I can escape the stress, and live life.
June 15, 2016:
Today I have decided I am done living in a bubble. Life is too short to continue to live the way I don’t want to live. I am taking “vacation time” away from school, well at least that is what I told all of my AP teachers. Everyone was surprised to hear that the school’s star student was taking time off. Getting out of school was the easy part but, stealing my parents’ car, taking out all of my life savings, and sneaking out of town without my family, was the bigger issue. 
June 17, 2016:
I currently live in Oklahoma City, but I plan on leaving to California. I guess you can say I am “running away”, but I don’t like to classify it as that because I am coming back, this is just a break. I’ve never really thought about what life would be like when I return.  I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. Which not knowing what to do in the future is kind of ironic considering I was named most likely to succeed in the yearbook. I have decided not to tell anyone I am leaving, I think I am better off that way. The only person I think will actual question why I left is my “friend”, Xavier. I call him my “friend” because I guess we are a little more than friends, but it’s not that important.

June 20, 2016:
Its morning, and this star student would be the rebel of the town and nothing could stop me.  I asked my parents for the car, so I could “go shopping after school”.  It surprised me when they said yes, because I never shop voluntarily. When I arrived at school, I was more nervous than the time I received an 89 on a test back in eight grade. During second block, I asked to use the bathroom during a lesson. When I got to the bathroom, I ran into a stall and slammed the door behind me. I texted Xavier and let him known I wouldn’t be answering the phone for a little while.  After letting him know, I logged into my bank account and got the transaction ready. Before I can finish, I hear our principal come on the intercom, he proceeded to say: “Hello panthers, today we have a little bit of a delay in dismissal.  It looks as if we have some sort of a virus going around school.  No one goes in or out of school until we are cleared. You will be informed of any new information; everything will be okay”. When I heard the news, I turned off my phone and kicked the stall as hard as I could. Considering that I’ve never played a sport, I’d imagine the door hinges never flinched. I couldn’t believe what was going on, I didn’t even know what to think. My open window to freedom was being shut and latched down tight. When I got up and began to walk out, I was stopped by a man in a hazmat suit. He started to talk in a muffled voice and he wanted me to stay in the bathroom. I looked around and I saw one other person in the bathroom. I decided to talk to her, I said “well I guess it is just you and me”. I pushed my spine against the tiled walls and slowly slid down until I hit the ground. I wiped my hand across my face to find tears all over it. The girl next to me asked me what was wrong, and impetuously I spilled everything I had planned to do. I could hear the sympathy in her voice, she helped me understand that life is too short to give it all up. Tiffany was her name.  She said that she had always wished to be me, because school work seemed easy. She said she had never thought of what I went through and how I felt.  She also said I shouldn’t waste my time forcing myself to be someone I am not.  The principal came on the intercom once again: “Alright students you are all free to go.”  I jumped up and proceeded to run. I heard Tiffany yell, “Wait! Are you still going to California”? I turned around and said “no, I am going to get some school work done.” We both giggled and Tiffany followed me to the library.  I came to the conclusion that the quarantine helped me not only understand the importance of being the true me, but also making a true friend.