Dear Notebook, {I'm still not calling you diary}
The sound of Treasure's cheesy songs grew louder and louder, forcing me to open my eyes. A slim, tall blur walked over to me and then I heard the faint whisper, "Grace, get up!". It was Lottie. I pushed Lottie away and stuffed my face into my pillow, hoping to fall back asleep. It was a Monday today, my least favourite day of the week. Lottie, Jewels and Treasure all love Mondays ever so much. I hate Monday's because it's maths; which means math test time, yay!!; I don't study ever, GTA is way more important {And way more fun!} than studying. Basically, studying is just a huge complicated puzzle that had numbers in it. GTA has nothing to do with puzzles or numbers. Oh yeah, forget to tell you, GTA is like the best video game EVER!! You get to like shoot people heads off with you gun like 'Peyoo, Peyoo!'. Right sorry, I think I'm getting a bit carried away. Like I was saying... Unfortunately, Treasures cheesy song was getting louder and louder and.. Oh no, she's singing now. "UH, UH! TROUBLE TROUBLE TROUBLE!!"
Help Me...
My Version: UH, UH! SHUTUP SHUTUP SHUTUP!
My alarm was going off like crazy now, pushing me of my bed without me even moving a body part. I slipped on my dinosaur slippers and walked over to the bathroom. As I did so I 'accidentally' knocked over Treasure radio, making the whole dorm room go silent.
"Uh!! I was enjoying that!!" Treasure screamed.
"Well. I wasn't." I replied.
"Why do you have to be such a boomy bum!"
"Why do you have to be such a beauty bum!"
"UHHH!" Treasure shouted and then tried to whack me in the stomach. But of course she's Treasure and If you know Treasure you would definitely now how weak she is. But she started this missy!!
"BRING IT ON SISDA!!" I scowled, fooling about, and then I whacked her right on the check. Treasure checks were so delicate, like a piece of glass that would smash when you pocked it, they ended up hitting her soft red lips making her do the fish face.
Treasure screamed so loud I could hear some of our neighbours stomping about wondering what was going on. Jewels came running out from the bathroom, a small white towel rapped from her chest to her knees. Next was Lottie, running out of our tiny TV room.
"What's going on in here, girls!?" Lottie Screeched, she had always been the organised and sensible on of the family.
"S-he S-h-" Treasure sobbed, mascara running down her eyes.
"Spit it out, Treasure" Jewels said, gently putting her arm on Treasures shoulder.
Treasure didn't spit it out though, she shouted it out even louder then her screech earlier. I think she worried the whole building this time.
"MY LIPSTICK SMUDGED!"
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Jewels ran to the door quietly and opened it. Standing there was a tall slim women. She was Dressed in a short pencil skirt and a deep purple blouse. A grey jacket thrown on top. Her hair was tied up in the neatest bun you would ever see and her makeup was weirdly even better than Treasures. Mrs Crossman. It was Mrs Crossman. Our head teacher. What are we gonna do now?
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Okay guys, so I'm super sorry this chapter was really short and a bit odd but I am really enjoying this. I know it's really crazy but I thought it would be fun. I actually ditched the idea of starting it like 'Candy Floss' so yeah. What's gonna happen next? Comment below any ideas! Love you guys <3
-Paper&PenX
