The story of my life

January 1, 2.000
  Let's start with the story of my life.
  My name is Zoe La Rue. I was born in 1988, so I am 12 years old. I live in Brooklyn, in a very big house with my family; my mother, my father and my brother called Nico. We have one bedroom for me, one for my brother and my parents also have one and we have a very big playground.
   But we have just moved. So my parents changed me from school, so I don't know anyone! But I am very friendly so I hope I can make some new friends.
   Why did we move? My father told me that it was because there was someone mad in the street and my mother was scared. It was a little bit strange, but in the end I accepted it. Anyway, I don't believe them at all. One year before, I heard them talking some non-sense things about moving . . . I think they used this excuse for moving.
   When we moved my parents gave me this diary as a gift, to write all the things that happen here, in Brooklyn. So I will write what happens to me during all this year.

January 2, 2.000
   Today is my first day of school! I am very excited and I could only sleep for some hours.
   When I woke up I dressed up quickly, I had breakfast and my father drove me to school.
   When I arrived, we lined up and then, each group went to the classrooms to study.
   During break time I met some nice and friendly people. Everybody wanted to know me. I don't like to be the centre of the attention, but I answered some questions like "What is your name?" and "How old are you?" or "Where do you live?". The friendliest person with me was a girl called Bianca. She was very funny and she was the only one that didn't treat me like an alien because I was the new one. She made an effort to explain the things about the school, that the other people haven't  told me.
   Then the classes continued. Then, at 1:00 PM we went to our houses for lunch. I discovered that Bianca lived near my house, so we walked together.
   When I arrived to my house, I made my homework and then I had dinner and I went to sleep.

January, 3, 2.000
   Today I woke up and went to school. The day was normal, like yesterday, but with less people asking me about my personal life.
   When the classes finished, I said goodbye to Bianca and I went to my house.
   While I was walking, I saw someone walking after me. It was the mad man that was in the street! I ran for my life.