June 1, 2015
Deaw diawy.Wut, wuuuut!
You know, the thing about being a teenager is that it's quite hard to wake up. Like, this is the time where yoir body can attack you throigh hormones. This is the time you're introduced to acne and a lot of pimples. Also body odor, ugh.My name's Amelia Louis Denim , 14 years old. I was born on Septenber 16, 2001 and my family is brokenly weird XD. Not so funny, butt hey, let'z keep thiz VUN!!!
So if it wasn't obvious, this is meh furst diawy entry.... Just in case someone reads it and did not get the memo even if this is like the first page with a LOT of letters written on it.... Yeah, okay I can be weird at times. And in these diary entries, ama show a LOT of weird stuff or something, I dun kno meight.
She laughed because of the weird entry, thinking that she'll slowly turn crazier every time she'll write her entries daily. The laugh was loud enough to earn her a curious stare from Maye. But nevertheless, she continued writing.
Oh, let me introduce you to the family den. I has two sistuhs. The oldest is Sarrah and the younger one's Maye. Which makes me the youngest. And then my mom's no moar, dad's working abroad and I haven't seen him since burth. His name's Fred. So... I really don't want to add my past stowy butt we keep the entries fun even if it's sad or disturbingly sad.
YEAH OKEH, let's get to the story for today. Today is the day I enter grade 8 a.k.a. second year of high school. So my classes start next week and I'm quite nervous. I am weird after all. I mean, I love being weird but I hate the kind of treatment people normally give to the weirdoes. All iz foine. All iz well, I hope I will be fine. Sort of doubt it though. And I won't be having any kind of group of friends like the ones in my previous school. Gosh, my heart hurts whenever I realize that we will no longer study in the same school, that we might barely have time to talk or get together. But hey, with the internet almost anything's poshible!!! We'll be spamming our group chat with silly stickers and poop emojis.
Still scared. Like, what if the teachers there are bullies like the ones in my previous school? Ughs, another hell?She yawns and and look at the time:
12:30
"What?! Already? It's been an hour?! WHAAT.", Amelia growled and realized that her voice was to high for this time of the day. Instinct kicked in and she immediately look at her sister, Maye, who was sound asleep on the bed.
"Whew, good job Amelia. You almost woke her up. Nice." , she thought to herself. At the same time, her stomach grumbles and decides to finish off the entry for today.Okay, now am hungreh so ama eat fud. You, my reader, the bashted who opened my diary without permission, may stop reading as well before I make your punishment for snooping worse. Good nieght for me and good bye to you.
Being satisfied with the entry, she stands up and make her way to the kitchen. Turns out that Maye cooked Amelia's favorite type of pasta.
"YUUUUUS!!!! My favorite! Thank you sister!!!~", she says quietly as she grabs a plate and a fork.
She takes a huge part of the pancit and makes her way to the bedroom, where she watched Dr. Who while enjoying and savoring the meal.
She cried so much at the last parts of the episode, where the doctor had to erase Donna's memories.Amelia ended up crying myself to sleep, imagining the sleepless nights of the doctor withouf Donna. That instead of sleeping, he cries because he's lost so much people in his life. And as he cries, his fear grows stronger, that no matter how much he tries, his companions would die or be lost during one of their adventures.
"Tomorrow's gonna be a long day, gotta buy school stuff and all. Gotta start advance reading with my books too, uuugh", she says groggily as her vision slowly fades to black and she finally fell asleep.
Author-chan's notes:
Dat Dr. Who episode tho.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chaptuh. It took me 2 hours to make actually, ehehee.
Dark content coming soon, worry not.
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