Dear Die-ary...

Well, today was the first day back at school. I'm glad my birthday's on Saturday, as usually it's the day we go back on. Well, that picture I showed you last time of 'Me', I kept drawing it pretty much everywhere. In Chemistry, the teacher stopped talking, turned to me, and asked, pointing at a picture of a replica, "Is that you?" I shrunk into my stool. The class was silent. "It's...just a girl," I replied, endeavouring to hide it. "Well," she said in her scottish accent, "It's looks a lot like you." And she carried on. I sat up straight again. That's the first compliment I've ever got from my Jhonen Vasquez version of 'me'.

Anyway, about the thanking God part. I got home, and decided that I should go out for a bike ride with my new chopper. It's so purple... Anyway, I got changed into my Dib-style clothes, grabbed my chopper, and shot off down (or should I say up) the col-de-sac (sp? oh well). At first I happily rode around my area, with the winter breeze blowing onto me. People complain how cold it is but lucky me doesn't feel the cold in winter, or the heat in summer, so basically I don't know what they're talking about. But then when I got to a bumpy patch of grass, I noticed a quite hidden arch-way. Feeling my adventurous self as usual, I decided to go down it. I then came onto a road I'd never seen before. "Can't be far from home," I thought. I couldn't have been more wrong. Down the road I went. 3 boys were snooping around with their bikes up ahead. I gained speed. They watched me as I zoomed past. "Is that...Emily?" one called out. "Yup," I replied, and gained even MORE speed. I knew who one of them was, but tried to deny it. I turned at the corner. A distant road was set ahead of me. There was a thin path by the road. I thought I knew where I was, and so went down the dangerously thin path. But after some riding, realised that I wasn't getting anywhere, and that I DIDN'T know where I was. I quickly thought up a prayer asking me to get home safely and not run into those boys again. "Turn back," a voice in my mind said. I obeyed. I picked up my bike and spun it 'round quickly, as cars were everywhere. I then went back up the path. Soon I came to another path on the right of me, just before the road with those boys. I went down it. As I did, I realised..."I'm close to home! I know where I am!!" and rode off homewards. I couldn't believe how close I was to home at that point. "Thankyou God," I whispered, as the wind whirled around me. Home at last. And here I am, glad I made it before my Dad found me missing. Hey, and this isn't the first time this has happened!