Dear Diary,
First of all, don't laugh at me. I know people will say, "Veronica, what are you writing inside this book like one old professor?" But let them talk. This is my secret place.
My name is Veronica Chizoba Nwosu, and today I am officially eleven years old. Eleven! And guess what? Tomorrow, I start my very first day in secondary school. Can you imagine? Just last week I was still in primary six, tying ribbon on my hair, and now they expect me to wear skirt and blouse like a big girl.
Let me introduce myself properly, since this is the first page of my new life. I am the first-born daughter of the Nwosu family. My father, Mr. Nwosu, is a civil servant, and my mother is the kind of woman who can shout your full name from the kitchen and you will hear it outside the compound. I have two younger brothers: Chibuzo (age 8, always stubborn) and Somto (age 5, always crying for biscuits). We all live together in Surulere, Lagos, in a noisy street where NEPA always takes light whenever it's my turn to watch TV.
I feel nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous, because I don't know if the seniors in school will like me or turn me into their housegirl. Excited, because maybe, just maybe, I will finally meet new friends who don't know that I once peed on myself during assembly in primary four (long story, Diary, very long story).
I have decided that this diary will contain everything about my life:
The things I cannot tell my mother (because she will just shout, "Veronica! You will not kill me in this house😭!").
The things I cannot tell my friends (because their mouths are too sharp😑).
And the things I cannot even whisper to myself😶.
So, Diary, you are officially my new best friend.
This is the birth of my story. The birth of me — Veronica, JSS1 student, small in body, big in dream.
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