Dear Diary, I'm in despair My name's Tia, I'm fourteen and I'm in exile
I'm stuck here in the remote countryside, left to the mercies of one very unfortunate mutt, a bunch of locals who think that wearing black is a sin, Bob (master of the armpit fart ) and Jackson - a guy who believes that just because he dances like a film star he's God
Without Jenny - who is the shiniest, happiest girl in the world -life here would be unbearable.
Oh...