The Diary of an Angel: My Story

Part 15

November 13, Gotta get down on Friday!!!

Well today was an interesting day. I pranced to my locker and yanked the door open. Uh oh. Remember those notes that were complimenting me? They aren't there anymore. Now there are tons of nasty notes. Tears brimming in my eyes, I threw my books in there and slammed it shut.

"Hey Avianna!" Anthony came running up. "Hi." I mumbled. "Whoa, why are you wearing a costume? Are you trying out for a play?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "It's not a costume." 

"Sure looks like one to me."

"It's not."

"Mmmhmmm and tell me, where would you get a gypsy dress? Answer that batman."

My whole life I had been embarrassed that my mummy was a gypsy. People associate gypsies with stealing, murder and destruction. Really we aren't like that. Any other time I would've lied and made up a story about my mum finding it. But now I was proud of my heritage.

"It's my mum's." 

"Where did she get it?"

"She made it."

"And why would she make it?"

"BECAUSE SHE WAS A DOG-GONNIT GYPSY! Any more questions?"

He drew back in surprise. "A gypsy?" He awkwardly shuffled. "Yea, a gypsy. My Aunt and my cousin Sterling are the only remaining gypsies of our tribe." 

"Oh...And what tribe would that be?" 

"The Mustow tribe."

"I thought you would say that." He sighed. He was acting like he knew something I didn't. "What's the matter, Anthony?" I questioned. He quickly changed the subject, "So, wanna go to class now?"

"No. Answer my question." He looked at his watch and said, "Oooo, look at the time. I think I'm going to class now." He burst into a run down the halls.

"LOSER!!!! I'll get you later!" I yelled. 

He wasn't even wearing a watch. Who did he think he was kidding?

I tramped to the door and entered the room. "Morning!" I smiled at the teacher. She nodded back and put her attention back on the papers she was grading. I sat down next to Anthony, who was really bad at math. "Ooo, look. She's grading our tests with a red pen. That paper has a LOT of red ink." I grinned.

"Shut it." Anthony growled. "What is wrong with you?" I grimaced. Usually he would give a comeback, but now he was nervously drumming his fingers on his desk. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable. "Nothing." he snapped. 

I'd get it out of him later.

"Wanna go to the park later?" I asked.

"Busy later."

"Um...Okay...How about tomorrow?"

"Gonna be gone all day."

"Right. What about Sunday?"