George forced me to go out today. When I told him that I'd rather have diarrhoea for twelve years, he just rolled his eyes at me, which would be bad enough in normal conditions! He's noticed I've been acting strangely. For example, I tried to cook myself in the oven. But I couldn't fit in. Maybe next, I'll try smelling his socks. Anyway, today we walked into town and, as if I wasn't moody enough already, we bumped into Quill Kipps and Kat Godwin. Uuuurrrrrgggggghhhhhh.
" Fancy seeing you here, Tony," he sneered. " Where's Miss Carlyle? Ohhh, is she in hospital, in a coma? It was in the news, yesterday. I bet you're ever so upset about it, Tony. She's your girlfriend, isn't she?"
I growled. Just the way he said it, as though he was talking about an ant he'd accidentally stepped on, made me fume with rage. I ached to punch him, to strangle him. But I just kept a straight face (with extreme struggle), and said "Do you hear something George? It sounds a bit like a little rat, squeaking. Come on there's a Starbucks over there, I'm hungry."
"Alright," George shrugged. "I won't complain. And I'm not surprised you're hungry, you didn't eat anything last night or this morning!"
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The Top Secret Diary of Anthony Lockwood- Keep Out (Especially You George!)
FanficThis is my first story on here so don't be too harsh if it's bad! However I think it will be enjoyable, so here goes nothing!
