Clara's Diary (Completed!)

Chapter 39

AUTHOR'S NOTE: LAST CHAPTER PEOPLE. SORRY I DIDN'T HAVE THE EMOTIONAL STRENGTH TO WRITE ANOTHER ONE. SO I'M WRAPPING THIS ONE UP. IT'S HEARTBREAKING TO END IT HERE, BUT I'VE DECIDED THIS.

I'M GONNA HAVE A SEQUEL, WHERE CLARA ATTENDS COLLEGE. WHO'S GONNA BE THERE WITH HER? ANY GUESSES? PLUS, WILL SHE FINALLY MEET THE GUY OF HER DREAMS?

YOU BET SHE WILL, AND IT'S NOT AT ALL WHAT SHE EXPECTED.

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET STARTED ON THE SEQUEL, AND I BET YOU GUYS CAN'T WAIT TO READ IT EITHER!

KISSES FROM THE AUTHOR.

AND A SHOUTOUT TO ALL MY LOYAL FANS WHO'VE STAYED WITH ME THROUGH THICK AND THIN.

SATURDAY, THE 6TH OF OCTOBER:

Yeah okay I have a LOT to tell you about Lola. Today's a Saturday....and I'm free to write in you ALL I want. I have a rather bad feeling about today. I don't know why. 

I told my mom about the grade changing shit that happened. Big mistake. My mom freaked out and called my dad. He freaked out even more (I heard him on the phone allll the way upstairs) I just sat in front of the TV till two in the afternoon. It's two thirty right now, and my mom's been on the phone for the past two hours. 

Lola my mom's coming over right now. I'm gonna put you down REAL gently, and I'll go listen to whatever she has to say.

OH MY GOD LOLA. Tragedy. Travesty. I'm ruined. My life is crumbling before my very eyes. Okay I'll stop hyperventilating for a sec and I'll tell you what happened. 

LOLA I'M MOVING. AWAY FROM NEW YORK. FOREVER. LIKE EVER. 

Mom spoke to dad, and he was extremely concerned and angered at this whole grade changing fiasco. He was like "Is there no limit to bullying?" blablablabla. And he said "I don't want to risk my daughter's Ivy League education" (Uh...Ivy League? Dad? Seriously? I doubt even if the bullying stopped I'd get in)  . And then came the bomb. 

He said that he was unable to spend time with us because of his job....and that he should've been there for me. And that's when my mom suggested moving to LA. 

LA?????!!!! That's on the OTHER SIDE!!!! Oh my God Lola what am I gonna do? What if I find an even worse bully than Dan? Lola there's going to be NO Jordan for me over there! I'm dead!

Lola, NY represents SO many things to me. My entire childhood was based over here. But....dad hasn't been here almost ALL the time...and mom definitely can't cope with my problems. 

I guess moving to LA might be a good thing after all. I mean, Jordan's the only friend I have over here. I might make more friends there (Maybe even find a special someone??! Ahem) 

I could always contact Jordan over Facebook or anything else. I've avoided Facebook so far because my mom says Cyber Bullying is the new rage right now.

And I didn't need more bullying. Wait my mom's calling me over right now...I gotta go pack...

NEW YORK, XOXO.

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Lola. I'm on the plane to LA right now. Things didn't go as planned. I'll elaborate.

Packing was done in a mega hurry. The flight was at eleven thirty, and mom was making sure we packed all the *essentials* (Her Martha Stewart cookbook included) I flitted about taking all my backpacks and notebooks. Once we were done packing it was almost six o'clock. I'd neatly taped up all the cardboard boxes, and my mom screamed and ran in and got her Manolo Blahnik shoes. Her very first ones, when she wore them on her date with my dad, to their prom (Awwwww)

I had to untape an entire box, and obviously I was super pissed. By the time we were done packing, unpacking, packing and checking, it was nearly seven o'clock. My mom was calling the movers, and I just relaxed (on the floor, since our furniture was bubble wrapped and ready to go) 

And then it hit me. FUCK. I forgot to call Jordan!!!!! I went into panic mode. Now when I go into panic mode, I stop thinking for ten minutes altogether. By the time I got out of that panic mode, it ws seven twenty.

I knew I had to call Jordan, ASAP. I went to my landline (No cellphones, again, mom said bullying and sexting and other *dangers*) and I dialled his number. It rang...but he didn't pick up. I dialled it about ten times, and then I ran outside for better reception (What?! It was a LANDLINE!) again, because I was in panic mode. 

It was then that I remembered Jordan telling me something two weeks back "Hey guys, guess what? The POLICE are apparently scouting for underage drug dealers. LOL. I'm gonna be changing  my number..take it down dumbasses " . But I hadn't taken it down because I was too busy memorizing Lami's Theorem. 

And now I didn't have his number. It never occurred to me to ask him. I don't even know where he lives, Lola. Yet, he took the effort to come home and see me.

I feel terrible Lola, I'm looking out of the window right now, and I'm coming to terms with the fact that I may never see Jordan.

Or the immature pig.

I highly doubt I'll ever meet guys like them my entire life. Jordan was the best thing that ever happened to me, and maybe the immature pig was, too, in a way.

I mean, it's because of him that I started working so hard at my grades, to show people that he wasn't that great.

I lost weight because of him, I gave up on his dumbass friend because of him, I lost my best friend (who revealed her true colours-BITCH) because of him.

In fact, in theory, in totum, my life revolved around Daniel Jackson.

I just wrote that.

I'm going insane.

Maybe this is God's way of telling me:

"GET A LIFE BABY!"

Well, there's one thing I'm definitely sure of.

Clarissa Parker will never be the same again.