Today, I killed my first puppy. I cried buckets about it for the rest of the day, and you know I'd never lie about a thing like that. Not to you, my specialest and most precious friends. You all know I'd never lie to you about anything--not about what I had for lunch, not about how he looked when I finally let him see my panties, and not about killing my first puppy. It felt weird. They make you carry the puppy around with you everywhere you go for the first two weeks of classes, to ease the disorientation of leaving behind your families, they say. They aren't telling the truth. I figured that out pretty soon, but some of the other kids really believed it. They named their puppies, and played with them, and had puppy races--

Inspiration: Thinking about summing up my day in my other journal.
Story Potential: Omigod-high!
Notes: I'm torn. The novel/blog format is so 2001, plus hello! difficult revenue stream issues, but that's what this really calls for. It's a long serial novel...I'd want to play around with RSS etc. Also, I'm thinking a "special" college, not a high school--though presumably the youngerers would like reading that sort of thing.