Diary of a Random, Cute, Fiesty, (Possibly ADHD) Chick-a-dee

Am I invisible or something?

"... And then he was all like 'because you like me', as if that explained everything!" I growled.

Not a real growl though, because I'm not a animal.

"Oh sookie, sookie nah, baby-girl over here got herself two men," Gabriel giggled and jutted his lips out to make kissing noses.

I rolled my eyes, "I was nearly molested and your joking about it?"

Nay giggled like the loyal friend she was.

Just kidding.

Loyal friends don't laugh at their nearly molested best friends.

"Calm down, so Simon tried to kiss you, lots of boys tried to kiss you."

Yeah, but known of them held a piece of my heart like Simon did.

I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest.

Simon had left after I kicked him out of my den. And took Mason with him which lead to chaos and everyone blaming me for Simon taking away their little muffin-pie.

Mason looks like a muffin-pie.

Deal with it.

"I miss muffin-pie," Gabe moaned and made a pouting face.

I seriously don't know why they call him muffin-pie to be honest.

"Yeah, no thanks to Over-exaggerater over here," Nay said in a clipped tone.

Whatever, they'll get over it.

"Where's A- I mean Darryl?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Upstairs with your mom, and where's Gran at? I haven't heard from her in a while," Nay murmured in her bored voice.

"Heard she been seein' this guy," Gabriel gushed, his blue eyes beaming with pride.

Why the thought of oldies getting it on excited him, I don't know.

"Ooh, who is he?" Nay squealed.

What the hell...?

"I think it was David, or Drake, or somethin'," Gabe frowned and twisted his lips to the side. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was David because Drake sounds to young for a old person's name."

Huh.

"How...old? Like old-old, or between life-or-death old," Nancy clarified.

"Is old-old, like I-got-a-hump old?"

Uh...Ew.

"Ew," I blurted out.

They ignored me.

Rude if you ask me.

... They didn't ask me.

'Cause they're ignoring me.

"Aaaww, that's so adorable," Nancy cooed.

"Yeah, but if they start doing 'the nasty', I'm out," Gabe mumbled.

Finally, he says something negative!

"Amen sistuh!" I exclaimed, grinning like a fool. In love.

With Adam.

Yeah...

The two stared at me like I had gone crazy then turned away and started talking again.

Without me.

My face fell as I looked back and forth between the too.

What was going on?

When had my two best friends became...best friends?

I stood up and walked out without a backwards glance.

Don't wanna interrupt their girls night out, ya know.

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"Welcome to summer school."

Yipp-the-fluffing-doo.

"Today we will be learning the scientific study of Abraham Lincoln."

What the...?

I raised my hand like the good ole student I was and waved it a little 'cause I'm impatient.

"Yes," Summer-School-Teacher-Lady muttered and raised a eyebrow.

"Um, we learned about Abraham... in social studies...in 6th grade," I said slowly.

She raised a eyebrow, "yes, and your point?"

"Uuhh," I mumbled, "Lincoln has nothing to do with science."

"He was born, wasn't he?" Miss Pissing-Me-Off sniffed and did that neck rolling thing like Gabe.

He does it better.

"But..-"

"Ms...," she trailed off.

"Phoebe Benson," I muttered.

"Benson, are you the teacher?" she asked snottily.

No, and apparently you aren't either.

I shook my head. It would suck if I got a detention in summer school.

"Didn't think so- wait, what did you say your name was?" She suddenly gasped.

I cocked a eyebrow all confused and stuff.

"Phoebe," I said slowly, "Benson."

You know, like she was slow.

But not matrix slow, I didn't have the patience for that.

"Phoebe? Like as in your the URL who got kidnapped?" the girl who sat beside me ask. She had bottle blond hair and her pupils looked dilated.

Hmmm.

Chin scratch, chin scratch, chin scratch...

"Yeah?" I said in my 'okay?' voice.

"OhMiGod! You are, like, famous!" Bottle-blondie gushed...and smacked on her gum.

Ugh.

"I'm Nilani BTW, like nee-LA-nee, not Ny-lay-nee," She nodded when she spoke.

I raised a eyebrow and tried to smile.

Tried.

"I'm sorry Ms. Benson," The teacher (still hadn't learned her name) said shakily. Like I was a shark. Getting ready to eat her. Or something.

Whatever.

I kindly accepted her apology and she went on to teach the scientific study of old Abe.

Huh.

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"What's your name? Mine's Bess, like Best but without a T and an extra S."

Whats up with people explaining their name's?

"Tyke, like Tyke Tolbert, the wide receiver for the Denver Broncos."

"Cecilia, but you can call me CeCe, like-"

"Yeah, yeah, like CeCe Winans," I muttered.

CeCe recoiled in surprise before harrumping, flipped her hair and walked away.

Whatever.

Not my fault everyone likes annoying me by explaining their name.

Do you hear me introducing myself as "My name is Phoebe, like so-and-so".

People these days.

I heard a car honk it's horn.

I looked up expecting to see my mom in her old SUV.

What I saw was a black possibly-brand-new Mercedes. And whose in the driver's seat you ask?

My dad.

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A/N: Penny for your thoughts?(: