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February 25, 2008 Monday Mission: Journalism
(This week’s exercise is to write a 700 word story fragment in the style of journal entries written over a week or two.) Jan 10 I hate him. Jan 11 It’s all Emily’s fault. As soon as she found out that I liked Rob she had to like Rob too. It’s just like her, she always likes whoever I like, can’t she get a mind of her own? She’s not even that pretty but she’s got those boobs and boys can’t see anything else. She knows it too so she’s always wearing tight t-shirts. She looks like an ugly Bratz doll. Rob had been flirting with me for weeks and I know he was going to ask me out soon but then Emily starts flirting with him and now all he can do is stare at her boobs and follow her around with his tongue hanging out. I hate him. Jan 14 He is such a slut. Jan 21 What was I talking about? It wasn’t Rob, I am so over him. What’s the point of keeping a diary if you can’t even Jan 22 Sorry, Dad interrupted me yesterday. He’s always just barging into my room when I am trying to have some PRIVACY. Yeah, Rob and Emily are draped all over each other all the time in front of Emily’s locker now. It’s just gross. And Rob’s got that big nose anyway, I can’t imagine that I ever wanted him to kiss me. UGH. Emily tried to talk to me after history yesterday to ask if we were still friends and I’m like, uh, NO. No we’re not friends, but whatever, I’m not mad at you, you can have that nasty Rob if you want him. And she said she was sorry, she didn’t mean to steal my boyfriend, and I was like, what? He wasn’t my boyfriend. Seriously, have him. Then she asked if we could go to the mall on Saturday, yuck. So I just LOOKED at her and walked away and Jordan was like “ooooooh!” behind me, and I just left her there. I think she even cried. What a baby. She and Rob deserve each other. So what I really wanted to tell you about was what happened a few days ago. Jane was telling me that someone likes me, and I said to her, don’t tell me if it’s Rob, I don’t want to know, I am so over him. She said no no it’s not, it’s someone else, and he’s so cute. Then my heart started beating really hard but I didn’t want it to look like I cared, so I shrugged and said, so, tell me. She said, OK, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone who you heard it from, I’m not supposed to tell anyone. Just tell me, I said. And then she dragged me into the bathroom, if you Jan 23 GAH! My Dad drives me CRAZY! It’s like he knows when I’m writing something important in here and he just walks right in like this is his room or something. Like dinner can’t wait a few minutes? AAAAAGH and now he’s calling again. I’m so fat I shouldn’t be eating dinner anyway. Jan 24 Oh my god oh my god oh my god! OK so now I should FINALLY have some time to finish my story. So Jane told me who likes me and swore that I wouldn’t tell anyone and I swore I wouldn’t because you know, like I care? I don’t care. I mean I know who he is, everyone knows who he is, right? But you can’t just roll over for them the way Emily does. And I didn’t really believe it anyway because he’s soooooooo cute and he’s in grade eight and why would he even look at me? I saw him that afternoon standing when I was going to my locker though and I’m such a geek, I couldn’t help it, I smiled at him, but then he smiled back!!! Ack! And Jane said, see, I told you so! And then I kept running into him and on Friday afternoon when I was leaving school he was on the path outside with one of his friends and he came over and asked me if I wanted to see a movie or something and I said yes! And we went to see a movie and it was sooooooo great, he bought popcorn and his hand kept touching mine in the bin and he whispered in my ear a few times and our shoulders were touching and then afterwards when we’d taken the bus to my house he KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK! And he’s so cute and oh my god he’s in grade eight so he’s taller than me too and all my friends are so jealous. Emily and Rob broke up yesterday. I don’t know what I saw in him, he is such a boy. And I’m still not talking to Emily. Posted by Andrea at February 25, 2008 8:43 AM under Monday Mission EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments That was a good little giggle on a Monday morning. :D Posted by: LauraJ at February 25, 2008 10:14 AM
That's so 14. Great job. :) Posted by: Julie Pippert at February 25, 2008 12:25 PM
This is scarily accurate. Amazing. Posted by: notsosage at February 25, 2008 9:22 PM
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