Entry #2

Dear Diary,

It’s your girl, Kayla. I’ve been here twenty minutes and already seen my roommate naked. At least I didn’t walk in on her banging, but she left a back massager out, so it’s like… girl, I see you. She’s kind of a cheerleader-type. She dates a guy named Logan and spends all her pay on skincare products. Just guessing. I met my boss, too. She seems OK, but really busy. Her name’s Rita, and she looks just like a stressed-out Kerry Washington. I haven’t seen Riley yet. She still doesn’t know that I’m here. I told mom not to tell her. Dad doesn’t even know I’m here, by the way. We’ll see how long it takes him to figure it out.