the nerd and the cheerleader

Part 1 (Joshua)

Monday 16th March 2010

Greetings journal,

Today was ordinary at the very least, I started the day with my usual shower and prepared myself for a day of being pushed in the cori doors, having snide comments after every correct answer I give and repulsed looks from girls in class. Its all quite new to me, I was seen as quite popular in London. I got quite a lot of female attention. And, all the other males in our school seemed to liked me. I think. you see things tend to fade after a while of being here, like a dream and you wake up in this new american nightmare. I have a feeling that, as I predicted it would happen, I have been forgotten in the land of my home. I will remain nothing more than a 'oh remember that guy, you know, the smart one with floppy hair? Oh what was his name...' even though I was promised by everyone I would be dearly remembered, a very sweetly given promise but nothing remotely truthful.

But I'm off subject now, my day... well... how should I put this? it was plain. I had homeroom (form) double maths, english, gym (PE) and then chemistry. I could bore you with the details of every lesson and lunch as well but I won't. I will simply explain how chemistry went because it was very key.

I was sat in chemistry all by myself at my desk designed for two, when the bell rang for fifth period. Mr. Jones was writing out equations frantically on the board, he was clearly telling us about how when you heat pure magnesium it reacts with the air and produces magnesium oxide and carbon dioxide. I was taking notes in my very methodical and detailed, yet some might say scruffy, notebook whilst using my trusted blue Biro pen that I always use to take notes. That's just my method; a good notebook and pen and you'll never fail. I was chewing on the lid of my Biro when the whole atmosphere of the room altered.

It was like some kind of bad movie, in walked Ella. THE girl of our year. maybe even the whole school. she had a nineteen fifties like beauty, if she hasn't of ruined it with the pressure to look moody and to have long blonde straight hair. all those horrible fake hair-extensions and bleach blond highlights have completely crumbled her natural appeal. well for me at least; you see, she is, what is seen as, the dream. blonde and dumb with a small waist and very voluptuous features. she spoke very sarcastically and with great confidence to Mr. Jones after he shot his deadly where-have-you-been? stare "was at cheerleader rehearsal...". I saw her eyes strategically scan the room. the seats next to everyone else had been filled and mine was the only one available. she knew it, I knew it. her skirt was obviously too short and, in my opinion, unnecessarily so. she had probably been told by her tutor this but she wears these types of clothes so often that it had become tedious and pointless. her legs strutted her down towards my desk, at the point she got to it, she dropped her bag down on the floor and placed one very pink book in front of her chair along with a matching glittery pen. both had obviously been hardly used as they were immaculate, style over substance was definitely the case here.

"budge." she snapped at me, indicating for me to allow her more desk space. I did 'budge' as she asked. Mr. Jones shushed us both even though she was the only person to mutter a word. the lesson on whole passed quite promptly and easily until we were told about a science project. sir decided not to allow us the privilege of choosing our partner and lazily joined us with the person sat next to us. the dear joy. "right well wait for me outside G19 at the end of the day and we'll go back to mine, Kay?" the tone of her voice showed how she was disappointed to be working with me, although she probably won't end up helping at all, just sit and watch me work it out.

True to my word, I waited outside G19 for her and we went to her house. no one else was home, it was just us two for about three or four hours. you'd imagine it would be quite awkward but it wasn't, we just sat and talked in her kitchen coming up with ideas for the project (okay well she did that talking and I did the working, but it worked, so who cares?)

Anyway, goodnight diary. I bid you ado,

Joshua