Post by mysteria on May 13, 2007 11:11:25 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
To make matters worse, Drake tried to help me up and not only slipped on the ice himself, but also tripped over me, landing flat on his face in the grass. As you would imagine, everyone in the ninth grade was laughing at us. It was quite embarrassing.
So, we finally made it to class, and some loser, probably Kyle, tripped me as I walked past the front row, on my way to my desk. And then Tora was all, oh my god, you are such a klutz, greasy. God I hate that name... I hope they all explode...
"Whatcha writing?" My little sister leaned over my shoulder, attempting to read my diary. I slammed it closed, and locked it.
You could never be to careful with the twins.
"Stuff." I snapped, leaning back in my computer chair. Why did Carmillia and Cameron find it necessary to annoy the crap out of me? "Shouldn't you be in bed? You do have to go to school tomorrow you know." I yawned and moved my mouse around, trying to turn off my computer's screen saver.
"God! Why are you so mean? And no, Dad said we could stay up late. But you can't because you have school in the morning." She smiled and ran off, as I climbed into bed.
"So do you!" I yelled at her retreating figure. Curling up on the huge stuffed dog that served as my pillow, I unlocked my diary again and flipped through it's contents, wondering what I would do with it. Get my personal thoughts published? No thank you. But it would be fun to change the names, then publish it. Replacing the lock, I picked up a book that was sitting on my bedside table and began to read, postponing bedtime as long as possible.
Of course, since, as the oldest, I needed more sleep than the other two, I wasn't allowed to stay up late. So it was inevitable that my dad would come in and take my book away.
"Hey!" I whined. "I was reading that!"
"To bad. Now, go to sleep. You have school in the morning." My dad said, flicking off the light.
"Wait! Leave the light on! And if I have to go to bed, why don't Carmen and Carmillia?" Sighing, he turned my light back on and left, leaving my question unanswered.
Whatever. He could favor them all he wanted, but that wouldn't make me go to sleep. Having nothing better to read, I grabbed my diary again, and flipped to a random entry.
Dear Diary,
I really do. I mean, is a couple friends to much to ask? Why am I always the one left out? It isn't fair! All of the popular kids see me and are all, oh, if I want to stay 'popular', I should be mean to Sam, because everyone else is! It doesn't help that I have NO athletic ability whatsoever, and all the teachers love me. Or that I always know the answer when nobody else does. Or that I am constantly hanging out with little kids, singing stupid songs like the barney theme song. Whatever.
I remember when I wrote that. It was when I was going through my 'poorpitifulme' stage, when I always felt bad about myself because of all the torment I received at school. Oh well. All the bullies will end up serving me french fries at Mc Donald's anyways. Looking over to my clock, I realized with a start that it was ten thirty. Yawning, I pulled my blue fuzzy blanket up over my shoulder and fell asleep, my stuffed animals held tightly in my arms.
*****
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Rolling over, I hit the snooze button, happily falling back into dreamland.
"Sammy! Time to get up!" My eyelids fluttered open, and I snuck a glance at the clock. Holy crap! I had slept that late? Running upstairs, nearly killing myself by tripping on the crap that littered my bedroom floor, I jumped in and out of the shower, quickly running my fingers through my tangled hair and tossing it up in a pony tail. I threw together some clothes and ran out of my house toward the bus stop, where Drake waited for me, an amused grin on his face.
"What?" I barked. Couldn't he tell I wasn't in the mood? I shivered as the cold wind sliced into my bare arms, and sat down on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus to come get us.
"Your shirt is on backward." He pointed out, pushing back his glasses. "But whatever. Guess what?"
"What."
"I got the new final fantasy game! Can you believe there was a line three hours long just to get one? It was crazy!"
"Congrats, and no I can't. Final Fantasy is a dumb game."
"It is not! FF is the most awesome game ever!" The argument continued in this way, until we got to school and went our separate ways. Me on my way to the library, and him to hang out with the other ninth graders. How oblivious could he be? Those people he thought were his 'friends', were constantly making fun of him, and he never seemed to notice. God.
"You really need to ditch the stalker." Xandy, my Hispanic best friend said, joining me. "I mean, he's kinda cute, but he is so clingy! And everyone hates him." She pushed her back her dark brown hair, and we found a table, her grabbing some random book off the shelf.
"I don't. He's my friend." Not that I would ever admit this, but I have the tiniest crush on Drake. He's cute, and fun to talk to. But Xandy's right, he is a bit socially dyslexic.
But who am I to say? So am I.
"I know, but he is so... Uck! Come on, how can you stand him? I mean, his final fantasy obsession is scary enough."
"I know, but I felt sorry for him, so I started talking to him."
She frowned at me over the top of her book, and waited for me to say something. Finally, she muttered, "You are way to nice."
"Whatever." I pulled my tiny blue i-Pod out of my binder, and stuffed the headphones in my ears, turning the volume up to full blast as my favorite song, I'm just a kid, came on. Thinking I could sing quietly to it, I opened my moth and started spewing the simple plan lyrics all over the place. Not moments after i had started, however, Xandy poked me in the arm with her pencil, trying to get my attention. "What?" I questioned, switching off my i-Pod. It didn't matter. The bell was going to ring in a few minutes anyway.
"Everyone is staring at you."
"Why?" I asked, looking around.
"You were singing really, really loud."
My day went normal today.
I woke up late AGAIN, nearly missed my bus, and then once I was finally at school, I slipped on some ice and fell on my butt, hard. God, I think I broke my tail bone.To make matters worse, Drake tried to help me up and not only slipped on the ice himself, but also tripped over me, landing flat on his face in the grass. As you would imagine, everyone in the ninth grade was laughing at us. It was quite embarrassing.
So, we finally made it to class, and some loser, probably Kyle, tripped me as I walked past the front row, on my way to my desk. And then Tora was all, oh my god, you are such a klutz, greasy. God I hate that name... I hope they all explode...
"Whatcha writing?" My little sister leaned over my shoulder, attempting to read my diary. I slammed it closed, and locked it.
You could never be to careful with the twins.
"Stuff." I snapped, leaning back in my computer chair. Why did Carmillia and Cameron find it necessary to annoy the crap out of me? "Shouldn't you be in bed? You do have to go to school tomorrow you know." I yawned and moved my mouse around, trying to turn off my computer's screen saver.
"God! Why are you so mean? And no, Dad said we could stay up late. But you can't because you have school in the morning." She smiled and ran off, as I climbed into bed.
"So do you!" I yelled at her retreating figure. Curling up on the huge stuffed dog that served as my pillow, I unlocked my diary again and flipped through it's contents, wondering what I would do with it. Get my personal thoughts published? No thank you. But it would be fun to change the names, then publish it. Replacing the lock, I picked up a book that was sitting on my bedside table and began to read, postponing bedtime as long as possible.
Of course, since, as the oldest, I needed more sleep than the other two, I wasn't allowed to stay up late. So it was inevitable that my dad would come in and take my book away.
"Hey!" I whined. "I was reading that!"
"To bad. Now, go to sleep. You have school in the morning." My dad said, flicking off the light.
"Wait! Leave the light on! And if I have to go to bed, why don't Carmen and Carmillia?" Sighing, he turned my light back on and left, leaving my question unanswered.
Whatever. He could favor them all he wanted, but that wouldn't make me go to sleep. Having nothing better to read, I grabbed my diary again, and flipped to a random entry.
Dear Diary,
I hate my life.
I really do. I mean, is a couple friends to much to ask? Why am I always the one left out? It isn't fair! All of the popular kids see me and are all, oh, if I want to stay 'popular', I should be mean to Sam, because everyone else is! It doesn't help that I have NO athletic ability whatsoever, and all the teachers love me. Or that I always know the answer when nobody else does. Or that I am constantly hanging out with little kids, singing stupid songs like the barney theme song. Whatever.
I remember when I wrote that. It was when I was going through my 'poorpitifulme' stage, when I always felt bad about myself because of all the torment I received at school. Oh well. All the bullies will end up serving me french fries at Mc Donald's anyways. Looking over to my clock, I realized with a start that it was ten thirty. Yawning, I pulled my blue fuzzy blanket up over my shoulder and fell asleep, my stuffed animals held tightly in my arms.
*****
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Rolling over, I hit the snooze button, happily falling back into dreamland.
"Sammy! Time to get up!" My eyelids fluttered open, and I snuck a glance at the clock. Holy crap! I had slept that late? Running upstairs, nearly killing myself by tripping on the crap that littered my bedroom floor, I jumped in and out of the shower, quickly running my fingers through my tangled hair and tossing it up in a pony tail. I threw together some clothes and ran out of my house toward the bus stop, where Drake waited for me, an amused grin on his face.
"What?" I barked. Couldn't he tell I wasn't in the mood? I shivered as the cold wind sliced into my bare arms, and sat down on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus to come get us.
"Your shirt is on backward." He pointed out, pushing back his glasses. "But whatever. Guess what?"
"What."
"I got the new final fantasy game! Can you believe there was a line three hours long just to get one? It was crazy!"
"Congrats, and no I can't. Final Fantasy is a dumb game."
"It is not! FF is the most awesome game ever!" The argument continued in this way, until we got to school and went our separate ways. Me on my way to the library, and him to hang out with the other ninth graders. How oblivious could he be? Those people he thought were his 'friends', were constantly making fun of him, and he never seemed to notice. God.
"You really need to ditch the stalker." Xandy, my Hispanic best friend said, joining me. "I mean, he's kinda cute, but he is so clingy! And everyone hates him." She pushed her back her dark brown hair, and we found a table, her grabbing some random book off the shelf.
"I don't. He's my friend." Not that I would ever admit this, but I have the tiniest crush on Drake. He's cute, and fun to talk to. But Xandy's right, he is a bit socially dyslexic.
But who am I to say? So am I.
"I know, but he is so... Uck! Come on, how can you stand him? I mean, his final fantasy obsession is scary enough."
"I know, but I felt sorry for him, so I started talking to him."
She frowned at me over the top of her book, and waited for me to say something. Finally, she muttered, "You are way to nice."
"Whatever." I pulled my tiny blue i-Pod out of my binder, and stuffed the headphones in my ears, turning the volume up to full blast as my favorite song, I'm just a kid, came on. Thinking I could sing quietly to it, I opened my moth and started spewing the simple plan lyrics all over the place. Not moments after i had started, however, Xandy poked me in the arm with her pencil, trying to get my attention. "What?" I questioned, switching off my i-Pod. It didn't matter. The bell was going to ring in a few minutes anyway.
"Everyone is staring at you."
"Why?" I asked, looking around.
"You were singing really, really loud."
