CHLOE'S DIARY:{Tales from a-not-so-great-BFF}✓

THE HALLOWEEN DANCE (I)

This is going to be the longest diary entry I have ever written!

Last night was filled with a lot of drama, it could win best movie!

I don't even have the strength right now to write this, but since no one is disturbing me, I guess I'd just write in here.

Firstly, I was totally grossed out in the morning during breakfast. I lost my appetite because of Joey's disgusting antics at the dinner table.
I was starving badly, so I begged dad to make me his special bacon. He agreed and designed the bacon as a smiley face on my plate.
I felt pampered for the first time in a pretty long time.
I started eating my bacon graciously with a smile on my face, minding my ding-dang business, and Joey just grabbed it from my plate and shoved it in his mouth!

HE RUINED THE SMILEY FACE!!!

That's my best part of the meal, the SMILE!

"Are you insane?!" I yelled. I was ready to chew that kid raw!

"You still want your bacon? Here have it!" he spat the chewed up bacon in my plate!

"Eww! Joey!!!" I was highly irritated.

"Na na na na nahhh!!!" He stuck his tongue out and blew raspberry at me!!

The NERVE of that kid!

I went straight to his breakfast, and shoved my hands into his Prince sugar plum cereal, then I painted his face with it.

I'm pretty good at designing people's faces with their food, especially after I designed Jessica's face with her lunch!

Ha!

"MOM!!!" Joey cried out loud!

I tried to shush him, but he just kept throwing tantrums.

Mom came to the kitchen and saw what I did to Joey.

"Joey totally deserved it!" I said.

"Do you hear yourself young lady?" mom said, sternly.

"But he..".

"It doesn't matter! You shouldn't hit your younger brother"

" Wha--" my mouth was wide open, because I was being accused of something I didn't even do.

She got all mad and started lecturing me on how I should treat my younger ones.

I zoned out of her boring advice.

This is why I plan on shipping Joey to Florida 😤!

Later, I begged mom to drop me off at school by 6:40 PM, since the dance would commence by 7.
I didn't want to ride in dad's 1980 Peugeot, so mom was going to accompany me to the dance with her friend from her book club, Marla's, car.
So, when the time was 6:30 PM, I started getting ready. But mom came rushing into my room and totally changed our plans.
"Honey, just pack your costume in your back pack. You can change when you get to school".

"But why?"

"Marla needs her car back, her father was rushed to the hospital. So I've got less than 10 minutes to drop you off and hand her car over to her. If you have a problem, then you can ask your dad to drop you off".

"No-no-no WAY! Let's just go now!"
There was no way I'd ride in dad's freak show, so I packed my costume and headed for Marla's car.

We arrived at WCD at 6:40 PM, and mom sped off after dropping me.
I entered the school and went straight to the girl's bathroom to change.
I was inside one of the stalls changing, when I heard two familiar voices talking about ME!
I peeked to see who they were, and I wasn't that surprised.....