Ta Ta for Now! (Stories about Melissa Book #1)

Entry Fourteen

Entry Fourteen

Wednesday – Sorry!:

I know, I know, I am terrible about writing habitually; I think we will just have to face the fact that I am not the kind of person who will write every day! I can live with it... I will just make sure to report the important events!

Okay, so what happened since Sunday? Not a whole lot. That's probably why I haven't written! I heard that Layla does not have a date for Homecoming and is going with a group. A little catty of me to be happy about that, but I can't help it.

In photography class, the four of us discussed going together to Homecoming, and Jimmy said that his uncle owns a limo service and that he will take us all to the dance FOR FREE!!!! Can you believe it? I am so pumped! I have never been in a limo before; this is going to be the best night ever!

That is really my biggest news of the week! Other than that it has just been class and homework.

Megan and Scott are back to being BFFs and hanging out after school, so needless to say, the days of Megan caring about how she looks are over. Ugh... I knew it wouldn't last!

Last night, I asked her about Mark, and she said they have been sitting together at lunch and are taking things slowly. I said that maybe he would be more interested if she would show an ounce of pride when she got ready for school in the mornings. I mean, how is he supposed to fall for her when she is wearing a purple tut, with black tights and a plaid shirt? Seriously!

She said that he "Likes girls who are unique and aren't a slave to the perception of the masses."

"What... Are you on strike from wearing deodorant now too? You smell like a boy's locker room after a wrestling match!"

To which she replied, "No, I am just having a reaction to your perfume. It smells like Jessica Simpson took a dump and you rubbed it all over yourself!" (Okay, that was taking it too far!)

I ran over and punched her in the arm and the next thing you know, we were rolling around on the ground slapping and hair pulling and screaming as loud as we could.

Dad came over and ripped me off of her and stood between us with him arms out.

"Stop!" he said sternly. "You girls should be ashamed of yourselves! I thought you were both old and mature enough to be over these ridiculous fights! You can both go to your rooms!"

We both stomped off to our rooms and have not talked since. When I came home from school today, she just gave me a dirty look, then went in her room and shut the door. She is being such a puss-faced brat! Whatever! I have better things to think about, like the dance this weekend! I think I will go try on my dress again and try some different hairstyles. 

Ta Ta for Now!