All rights reserved@Kendya (Names original-no one on wattpad has this name so far)
Yes, this is an ORIGINAL idea:) I wanted something realistic, something that can happen to practically anyone, even YOU.There are no princes, no knights in shining armor, No vampires/Werewolf soul mates in this story...No one will be kidnapped. No bad-boy is magically going to fall for the main character, no pirates ,No mafia wars...and just to prove this is actually real...the main character isn't very pretty right now...it takes more than just make up to be beautiful, okay...it takes effort. It takes soul courage to be beatiful from inside and out.If you want a cliche story...you might as well turn back, mean while you have the chance;)
This is the diary of one sarcastic Couch Potato XD
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Dear Dumb diary…this is sooo stupid! I don’t even know why my mom bothered to buy me this thing. This is ,like, exercise in the arms, I’m allergic to exercise! Well, since you want to know so much about me I might as well write something…The recipe of my life…
Sprinkle in an emotional freak as a best friend; throw in your little-miss perfect bratty sister, add an annoying skater boy next door, and a spoonful of a geeky chess club president as your own personal stalker! Wait, I’m not done yet…mix ingredients well, a pinch of your criminal master mind of a brother, a cup of a bitchy gym teacher out to ruin your life, pour in a quart of sarcastic midget and pizza-face girl known as…you!!! And guess what you get??!!
=This tragic disaster I call…my life!!!
Suddenly, a muscular arm reaches out and snatches it out of my hands. I look up to find myself staring at my immature brother, Brian with a huge goofy smirk planted on his face. I jolted upwards and reached out for my diary. Brian arm goes higher…and his smirk widens.
“Hey! Give it back!” I shrieked unplugging my ear buds. SO WHAT?!-Pink Blares from the speakers. He flipped the page and frowned.
“Awww, I was just getting into it.” He said smiling. He lowered the diary…I reached for it but that’s when he threw it upwards and catches it again.
“Ha ha, gotcha.” He laughed pointing at my frail arms. That’s done it!!!
“All midgets unite!!!” I screamed jumping onto him. I try to drag it out of his grasp, but that’s when he lets go. That sends me flying…flips me over the Caution wet sign and sends me stumbling into the trash can. The janitor just huffs and gives me a dirty look when I climb out, the trash trailing behind me.
“Ugggh!” I cry picking up a banana peel out of my hair. “Give me a break, Brian.”
Travis and mark high five Brian and point, snickers away at me. “Marissa the midget!”
“That’s what you get Marissa, for calling me a criminal mastermind.” Brian rubs his hands together and snickers away.
“King Kong, bean stalk…!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “You gangley fuck!”
“Hey, watch your mouth.“A deep voice growled behind me. I turned around to face Mr. Stevens my gym teacher-Yes he was drop dead gorgeous-but he hates my guts…maybe its because I sleep throughout his whole class or something?? He’s been treating me badly ever since the Juice box incident…in freshman year.
It wasn’t my fault tough…well I didn’t do it on purpose…it just kind of slipped. Hey, it was his problem; he shouldn’t have worn that 500$ Leather jacket to that homecoming dance. Of course something bad was going to happen…I was in high heels ,man…he should have seen it coming. Even after all these years he still blames me. I swear to god, I'm starting to see horns poking out of his head...I'm not imagining this.
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Diary of a Couch Potato (Cont.)
HumorMarissa Bettgila is tired of being called 'fat girl'. She literary spends her Saturday at home all day, with her only friend and watch's soap operas with an extra-large bag-o-onions on the side. She wants to live her highschool existence to the full...
