When I was six years old, my whole family moved to La Rochelle, a city in France. Then, when I was 10, my parents moved us back to South Korea. Three years later, my parents moved to Montréal, leaving me to stay with some family friends. They had a daughter and her name is Min Sunye. She became my best friend, and we're still best friends.

Last week, I decided that I would start a diary on the first day of high school. I'm going to start my high school life tomorrow. My older siblings would keep telling me that high school was the best time of their lives. But some of my other siblings tried to scare me, by saying that high school buries you in homework on the first week of school.

I didn't mind all that though. I have my best friend, Sunye, going to the same school with me. What could possibly go wrong?