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Dear Journal,
So, I’m new to the journaling thing. Also, I know your journal is supposed become your paper heart or best friend. That why it was a bit hard to choose you, and yet here you are.
I had my driver who doesn’t speak (nicknamed the Gorilla) stop at a stationery store so I could look around, because I feel the need to journal.
Why? Because I need a private place to let out my private thoughts, for I’m the son of the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste, and I’m the face of the brand. And yes, I do feel like I’m swimming in a very big fishbowl, which is why earlier I put my foot down about getting a journal.
Also, I’m on Instagram now! I’m new to the social media scene too, but who knows, maybe I’ll make some friends while sharing fashion advice.
Today, I was really needing some luck, and at the park for a shoot, a ladybug landed in my hair, and ladybugs are considered good luck. My mother loved ladybugs, and I was thinking about her, when my photographer snapped the picture.
Oh! I already got a message from Marinette, who goes to my school, and she wants to be a fashion designer. She said my picture was really cute and it inspired her to make little ladybug barrettes.
I may not wear barrettes, but maybe this little ladybug will be my good luck charm!
Signing off for my first entry,
-Adrien Agreste