Entry 1

My mom and I recently moved to River Heights, New York.  It's been pretty boring here so far, but I haven't been able to make any friends.  Today though, something really weird happened.  This guy came to the door at my house while I was skipping school and wouldn't stop ringing our broken doorbell for 5 minutes straight.  I finally opened the door for him and it was this teenage guy around my age who kind of looked like a Jehovah's witness, with  the way he was wearing a suit and carrying a balck book.  He somehow figured out that I was home alone (without coming in) and  that my dad didn't live with us.  He told me that his name was Digby and that he had seen me taking pictures of myself every morning (super creepy).  He wanted me to send him the pictures for some unknown reason to see something that might have been going on in the background.  Obviously, I slammed the door in his face and left, but it was still a pretty weird experience.