Dear Robot Diary,
It's been half an hour since Freak Week surprised us. It's been a bit like when one of my aunts decide to pay an unexpected visit. My family rush to make the living room look presentable, and I do the exact same thing as I'm doing now, funnily enough. But usually I rush to my room, not the school's basement. And I'm not usually with my English teacher, my two friends, a jerk, and him. Crush. I suppose I should look at the silver lining, and all that. I certainly don't mind looking at him for the rest of the time that I have to be here. (But I don't want to come across as the creepy stalker girl, so I'm going to play it cool.)
I'll try not to notice his golden, fluffy hair, that looks like it's been kissed by the sun itself. Not "fluffy" fluffy, but "I-maintain-a-level-of-hygiene-and-wash-my-hair-on-a-regular-basis" fluffy. Which, in my experience, is pretty rare in a boy. And me, to be honest.
It's swept effortlessly over his eyes, because impairing the vision of your right eye, is SO HOT RIGHT NOW. Apparently.
I'll try not to drown myself in the chocolately hues of his eyes. I'll try not to admire the fact that he's wearing a red beanie (SO COOL) and the fact that he's STARING AT ME RIGHT NOW. AGHH. OH G- oh it's fine, he's staring at the shelves behind me. Still, that was a close one. What happened to playing it cool?
"We're going to need something to eat." Crush says suddenly. We all stare at him (not that I needed an excuse); no-one had said anything until then, even Marmie, in fear of what freakishness would happen. There was another reason. Unlike his normal dulcet tones, Crush's voice was... well, have you ever sucked in helium from a balloon? OK, I know you're a diary, so that's physically impossible, but hypothetically. That's what his voice sounded like.
We all looked at each other, and then burst out laughing. He looked horrified at himself. His reputation, and probably his ego, deflated like a balloon. (hahaha)
"What's happened to my voi- oh! It's gone all high-pitched!" he said - well, squeaked. The others continued to laugh.
"Guys..." I tried to say above the laughter.
"He - sounds like - a little - girl!" Marmie gasped, in between fits of laughter. When she heard her own voice she stopped, shocked. Her voice was extremely low, like when you slow a recording down. Then she carried on laughing, even louder now.
I couldn't help but smile. It was a funny sight.
"She - sounds like an - old guy!" Harry spluttered, in the helium-sucking voice. Marmie gave him a dirty look. He shrugged.
"GUYS!" I shouted, my voice also as low pitched as Marmie's. See, that's how you impress your crush - appear assertive and in control. Everyone stared at me. Oh yeah, now I actually have to speak. "We should listen to what my crush- no, not MY crush, Crush, THE Crush, not THE Crush, he's not a wrestler, no, I didn't mean th - Crush, we should listen to that guy." I said, the words spilling out of my mouth. I cringed inside. Wow, you're doing really great with the 'cool' thing, Lace, I thought to myself. Thankfully, they were more distracted by my low, (and slightly husky?) voice... I hope.
Crush was looking at me with a small, wry smile. HE LOOKED AT ME. WITH A SMILE. Wait, did he hear what I said? Probably not. WHO CARES? HE LOOKED AT ME. MY OVARIES MAY HAVE JUST IMPLODED. ahem. Not, that I care, 'cos I'm COOL. D'ya hear that? SO COOL.
"Yes," he said in his slow draawwl (which was kinda deterred by his high-pitched voice), "Because you guys are gonna get real hungry, real soon. I suggest we loot those shelves, and if anyone has any food in their bag, then we'll put it together into one big pile, and share it out."
I shook myself out of my daydream of our wedding, and five kids, and looked through my bag for some food. I pulled out a soggy tuna sandwich. Delicious(!) I thought.
"Niiiiice." Banana came over to me with a smile, gesturing to my sandwich, "Are you going to give it to your Crush?"
"Wait, what? How do you kn-"
"You told us all, didn't you?", she asked
"I didn't mean to!" I exclaimed.
"Ah, the peril of young love!"
"Don't say that in front of Mr. Kevin - he'll start quoting Romeo and Juliet!"
Banana laughed. "What's with the tuna anyway, I thought you hated fish?" she asked
"I do, but my mum packed it for me...." my voice trailed off "My mum! I forgot to tell her where I am! I could be lying in a ditch full of shi tzus , for all she knows"
I whipped my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number. "//NO SERVICE//" flashed on my phone. I cursed to myself. I HAD to let her know.
"Guys, I need to go up to school for a minute, I need to text my mum" I announced.
"I'm coming with you!" Marmie declared, like she was in a movie.
"Me too!" Banana chimed in.
"Oh, let's all go(!)" Harry sneered.
"Shut up, Harry" Crush said. Harry fell silent.
I smiled to myself. "Let's go then!" I said cheerily.
We ventured together intrepidly up the basement stairs. When we were out, Marmie sighed, "Phew! A chance to breathe - finally!"
"You do know there IS oxygen down there" Banana said.
"It's too stuffy! I'm sure Lace doesn't mind though. As long as she's with Cruuush."
"Shut up, Marmie!" I hit her playfully, "Besides, this is a SERIOUS mission." I checked my phone, it still had no service. "We're going to have to go outside." I declared.
They both gasped, Marmie theatrically, while Banana seemed genuinely worried.
"But it's raining cats and dogs!" she spluttered.
We looked out of the window. To our surprise it wasn't raining cats and dogs - it was now raining meerkats.
"Oh, you're kidding me," Marmie said, looking up to the clouds, "How is that even possible?" Meanwhile, I was quickly typing a text to my mum. In the school basement w/ M + B , cos of FrWk. dw, ill be fine. luv u xxxx
"I'll only be two seconds, don't worry." I said, "I literally just need to get service and press send."
They looked disbelieving, but I defiantly stepped outside. It really was a weird sight. I looked down to my phone. I finally had two bars. In seemingly slow motion, I pressed SEND.
I quickly petted one of the meerkats, before heading back inside. I high-fived Marmie and Banana.
"This was all very dramatic - you were only sending a text!" Marmie exclaimed.
"Ughhh, but now we have to go back down there" I groaned. After buying a chocolate bar from the vending machine with the last of my change, we trudged down the stairs.
"WE HAVE CHOCOLATE!" Marmie yelled, making the others jump.
We split the bar and the rest of the food we'd collected up into six 'equal' piles, and then munched quietly. I say 'equal' in quotations, because Harry was in charge of it, so Marmie's, Banana's and my pile were 'slightly' smaller than the others. And his was significantly larger.
I looked over at Mr. Kevin; he'd been remarkably quiet recently. He's probably getting over his wife, I thought, Or he doesn't want us to hear his high-pitched voice.
"Who bought this chocolate bar?" Crush asked. Marmie and Banana pointed to me; he murmured a thanks. They winked at me, and I rolled my eyes back at them.
My fingers are hurting from typing now, and I should probably to talk to another human for once, as is the social norm.
Apart from the seclusion from the outside world, the awkwardness and other general downers about being stuck in a school basement, maybe Freak Week won't be so bad... Here's hoping!
6 days and counting,
Lace
