Diary of a Spy

Monday, May 10th.

—Hi to whoever is reading this. Please close my damn diary and get out, this isn't a warning, it's a promise. Also apologies to whoever I dunked your head in the toilet, I spotted you with this diary. This is a highly classified book and if you don't want to get your butt kicked, leave before I see you with this. Because I will.

Mon. 5/10

Hi everyone! I'm Brittney, thank you so much for letting me ruin Alyssa's life!

This is a cute photo of me!

Alright fine, that's not me. That's me.

I'm Alyssa Queen, a 13-year-old girl who goes to middle school like every single other 13 years old in the universe. But what's different about me, compared to all the other 13-year-olds, is that my life was full of drama and action. So the reason I'm actually recording all of this stuff down in the diary is because of a school bully. Brittney was a makeup-obsessed and phone-obsessed best friend snatcher. Even though she's a total jerk to everyone, she still gets away with it. Just look at Brittany. Head cheerleader, Hollywood star, and America's sweetheart. And her grandfather is literally the school principal which is so unfair.

She gets away with everything. Like literally everything, last year, a girl named Lizzie told me her best friend Emma got her clothes stolen from Brittney and her friends because Emma didn't allow Brittney to copy from her on the test. Like come on, how is that fair?

My best friend Karen (or Ex best friend) totally ditched me for that Brittney wannabe. I know that they're only real friends because Karen wants her power and money. I guess they are in common, they're both addicted to their phones and love makeup. Seriously, last time when Karen noticed that her makeup was off, she literally had a major freak out. They both seriously have mental problems. Ugh. Everyone's always just sucking up to Brittney cause her mom's a famous model. Even though she's rude to everyone, they still treat her like she's a queen.

I'm not joking, just take one look at Britney's locker and Karen's new locker that's next to them and you can tell. It's practically covered in designer clothing, makeup, fairy lights, and all sorts of stuff. There's also a small pocket in Britney and Karen's locker but no one really knows what it is. While my locker only has textbooks and supplies in it. Like, come on, who in the world really needs clothing in their locker? My actual closet at home is only half the size of their enormous locker and it doesn't have designer clothing.

Alright enough introducing them. (If I write another word about them, I will literally go nuts.) Let's talk about me. I'm an average-looking girl. Brown hair, green eyes, and a slightly above average student. (Well, if you don't count the fact that I'm obsessing over my pet cat Mr. Kibbles.) I watch way too many James Bond movies and am sometimes obsessed with Spy magazines. I'm not like those kids who are really completely obsessed with those movies. I just subscribed to a few spy magazines and that was it. (Plus the black sunglasses for my 7th birthday if you actually count that as spy material. Some people are way into this stuff for their own good.)

I'm not jealous of Brittney, I'm just really really annoyed. When am I actually going to be my real BFF back? The one that didn't just fall for stupid Brittey's magic spell. Which got me so annoyed and so angry that I didn't eat anything for days. My teacher suggested letting my anger out by writing a diary, instead of scribbling all over the clean sheet of paper with math problems on it.

I actually think that might work, I mean, I'd rather give it a try instead of getting angry. Which reminds me... I need a new best friend. A one that I actually trust. Karen is so pathetic. At least I have my diary with me.

Oh gosh, I'm scrubbing with anger on this paper ... again.

Hang on... Let me just continue this essay on the next page. BRB! I really need some more hobbies... Ugh.