Dear Diary.

Chapter 4.

Monday 22nd February.

Dear Diary.

School was boring as usual. I'm not even going to write about it, it's pointless. But the bus... Oh god the bus.

Michael stepped on by himself. He looked awkward and out of place. Not like the usual Michael chatting and laughing to Ashton. He walked down the isle with his head bowed. Sarah stood up and quickly moved to teseat behind me.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, noticing the only seats left were the ones next to us. Sarah grinned at me as Michael stopped beside us. She put her bag on the seat beside her and Michael looked at me.

"Can I sit here?" He asked loudly over the noise of the bus. Sarah giggled behind us and I shot her a death glare.

"Sure." I stuttered nervously. He sat down as the bus lurched forward, our arms slightly touching.

"I'm Michael." He said after a moment of silence from us both.

"I know." I accidentally replied. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oh! Because I met you at the mall when you were playing a week or two ago! I'm not weird, I didn't stalk you.." I rambled on.

"Oh yeah. Hey. Um Leigh?" He questioned.

"Lisa." I corrected him. He gave me a small smile and looked up the isle. I could sense Sarah's smile widen in the seat behind and I laughed quietly.

The bus stopped and I stood up, not wanting to leave. He stood up as well to move out of my way.

"Thanks." I mumbled, shuffling in front of him, awkwardly brushing against him.

"No problem." He sat back down and I walked off the bus only to see Sarah wink at me.

I'm sitting here writing about this with a huge smile on my face. Sarah text me straight after I got off. I'm grinning even thinking about it.

'Michael just turned around and told me he thought you were cute. Just thought you would like to know ;)' Sarah had text me.

I keep looking at my phone and checking that I didn't imagine it. But at the same time I feel so pathetic. I mean, this boy has said a few sentences to me and I really like him.

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Tuesday 23rd February.

Dear Diary.

I am so angry at Milly. I hate her. She's such a bitch.

I can't even write what she did. Ugh.

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Okay I have to write what she did. Get it off my chest before I hit her.

Before school today we had football try outs. I trialled quite good I thought. And, well, after I went to have a shower. Most of us did.

I stripped down and let the water run over me as I recalled what tryouts were like, what I could improve on.

And when I turned off the water... My towel was gone. Along with my uniform, my P.E uniform and my undergarments.

So I stood in the shower cubicle naked until all the other girls had left.

I waited for about ten more minutes before I finally opened the door slightly and poked my head out. There was no one there, but there was a little piece of paper taped to the shower door. It said;

'I put your clothes in the locker for you. You might want to get them before everyone else turns up at school. xoxo'

I knew the hand writing. I snatched it off and read it over and over.

Tears welled up in my eyes in frustration as I looked at the clock. The bell would ring any second.

Surely enough it did. I leaned on the cold wobbly wall and remembered my phone was in my bag, not my pocket. I quickly text Ella because she was the closest to me

'Please come to the changing sheds as soon as you can.' I sent it and waited.

Two hours later and a quick dash to a different cubicle to use the toilet she finally came.

"Lisa?" She called out. I wiped my face clear of tears. I explained the situation to her quietly through the door and she ran out with my locker key, returning just as fast.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner." She apologised as I walked out fully clothed. I walked to the mirror to fix the running make up.

"It's fine." I tried to smile and gave her a hug.

"I'm going to kill Milly." Ella said angrily.

"Not before I do." I replied.

And I'm serious. The next time I see her..