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Thread Topic: Dear diary,
(Oh s---...What. Happened. Next?)
Hold up young fella
HIDING OUT IN ENGLISH CLASS --- 8:05 a.m.
In English class, I slouched down in my chair and tried to hide behind my textbook. The last thing I needed was the entire class staring at my hideous stained sweater.
Soon my English teacher came staggering into the class, carrying a massive four-inch-thick book.
She dropped it onto her desk with a loud THUMP!
The kids in the front row coughed and fanned the dust cloud it created.
I couldn't help but notice that the ancient book smelled like mildew, fish sticks and sweaty gym socks.
It smelled as AWFUL as I felt!
Which was a pretty amazing coincidence, when you think about it.
"Good morning class!" My teacher beamed happily, "Instead of discussing the use of symbolism in our Grapes Of Wrath novel as originally planned, today we're going to have some fun! So please put away your books."
Everyone happily tossed their Grapes of Wrath books on the floor, including me.
Our teacher continued, "I was cleaning my attic yesterday and found this awesome treasure!" She exclaimed, "This book of fairy tales belonged to my grandmother and was my favourite book as a child! Fairy tales are entertaining and fascinating genres in literature."
She picked up the big book and blew the dust off the cover.
Then she proudly held it up for the entire class to see...
"The book actually inspired me to give YOU a creative writing project today!" She explained.
The entire class groaned, including me.
"Come on people! This is going to be fun, I promise. Now take out your journals."
I grabbed my English notebook and tried to find a page that wasn't already covered with sketches or doodles..
"I want each of you to rewrite your favourite fairy tale with your own personal twist! It'll be due tomorrow at the end of class. And get your creative juices flowing."
My teacher talked for a long time, "Now fill your journals with ideas for your main character for the next ten minutes. . ."
"Now fill your with ideas for your evil character. . ."
"And finally, there's magic or the granting of a wish. Again please fill your page with ideas. . ."
I could've wished that Brianna was never born. But since I'd missed breakfast, I was STARVING. So instead I WISHED I had some FOOD!
We started with the writing exercise and I had to admit, those writing exercises were a lot of fun. I looked around and the entire classroom was buzzing with excitement.
We were supposed to be brainstorming. But unfortunately, my brain was farting. I was getting nothing but air.
I've always considered myself to be a talented writer. Because, come on, I'm totally addicted to writing in my diary!
By this, SUPEReasy, no-rules project was giving me anxiety.
That's when I decided to take a look at the fairy book to get a few ideas.
My teacher was right! Her book was pretty AWESOME. . .
By the end of hour, everyone was busy writing...except meðŸ˜”!
Instead, I had spent the entire class completely absorbed in an exciting fairy tale adventure!
But I still didn't have the slightest idea on what I was going to write. I left class more frustrated and discouraged than ever.
I trudged off to my French class, hugging my books trying to hide the nasty stain on my sweater.
But those kids still pointed at me and snickered.
Right now I feel HORRIBLE! Sometimes I wish I could wave a magie wand and disappear!
*magic wand, you mean?)
(LOL. More please!)
CRITICAL CRUSH CRISIS---10:55 a.m.
After my French and social studies classes were finally over, I went back to my locker to wait for my BFFs, Chloe and Zoey.
We meet there every day to walk together to gym class. I was surprised when I saw Brandon rushed up to me.
"Hi, Nikki! I've been looking for you all morning. I hope you got my texts! And, um. . .WOW! What happened to your sweater?!"
"What's up Brandon? I just had a little accident. With a sandwich. But I'm fine. So, you sent me a text?"
"Yeah. Actually, I sent you three. They were pretty important! The journalism camp I'm going to this summer has an opening for a cartoonist. I guess someone from another school canceled."
"Really? That sounds, um. . .interesting," I said, trying to be coolly nonchalant. But in the deepest depths of my inner soul, I was literally screaming. . .
OMG! OMG! I COULD JUST DIE AT THE THOUGHT OF POSSIBLY SPENDING MY ENTIRE SUMMER HANGING OUT AT CAMP WITH BRANDON, TAKING LONG, ROMANTIC WALKS THROUGH THE WOODS HAND IN HAND, BREATHLESSLY GAZING INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES WHILE BEING EATEN ALIVE BY MOSQUITOES! SQUEEEEEEðŸ˜»!!
"Nikki, Mr. Zimmerman said he wants to add a comic strip to our school newspaper. And he's willing to pay for either you or MacKenzie to go to camp, since you're both talented artists. Anyway, I was hoping it was YOU who signed up, because it looks like the spot has already been--"
"Hold on, Brandon. Let me check my phone. Now that I think about it, I haven't gotten ANYTHING from ANYONE all morning, which is VERY strange."
That's when I took out my cell phone to check my calls and messages. And Brandon suddenly got this really puzzled look on his face.
"So, where did you get your phone case? Its definitely very, um. . .different!" he asked.
"Actually, I got it last month at the mall."
However, when I tried to retrieve the text messages Brandon had sent me, I had two small problems. . .
First, my cell phone battery was completely DEAD! Which meant Brianna was playing the Princess Sugar Plum games on it without my permission. AGAIN ðŸ˜£!!
Second, my eyes were about to rupture and BLEED from the terribly tacky self-portrait she had drawn on my PHONE with a black markerðŸ˜£!!
But the most disappointing thing was that because I never got Brandon's text messages, MacKenzie will probably be the one spending the summer at camp with Brandon, being eating alive by mosquitoes, not MEðŸ˜!!
I was CRUSHED! And Brandon seemed pretty bummed about it too.
Although I felt like crying (AGAIN!), I plastered a big smile across my face and told him how much I appreciated him texting me the camp information, even though I never got a chance to read it because my phone battery was dead.
He kind of shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Hey, no problem. I guess there's always next year. Right? Anyway, I'll see you in bio."
"Sure. And thanks again," I said as he headed down the hall.
I sighed in frustration and then collapsed against my locker.
It looks like my day was getting CRUDDIER and CRUDDIER by the hour.
I don't know how much more of the DRAMA I can take!!
*coughs* Uhm.Are you on your period?
ARE YOU BEING FRIEND ZONED??
ARE YOU CONTSANTLY BULLIED BY YOUR 'FRIENDS' ?
Sorry,god where did that comme from?
Again,sorry.s---s going down for everyone is what I'm sayng
This is just a story. Its not actually reality or what happens to me...I guess. But still, not.
I'm currently thinking of what to write next
*sinks into the corner*Oh.....
*laughs at Mac*
Well, I'm back again. And hopefully I'll post more.
GeekyGirl NoviceLove this!!!
Stardust1 JuniorYeee this is funny
Charlie Philips AdvancedI see you
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