April 17, 11:15 a.m.
Ariana: A guy who plays with clay and churro dough for high school credit should not judge people who build dioramas.
April 17, 3:23 p.m.
Ariana: You'll never guess what happened today.
Justin: Somebody blew up your school.
Ariana: That's not funny. In fact, I don't even think you're allowed to make jokes about bombs and schools anymore. Public or private.
Justin: Are you going to turn me in?
Ariana: Let's drop this.
Justin: Okay.
Ariana: The thing that happened today is diorama related.
Justin: CeCe dropped her diorama.
Ariana: Yes!
Justin: Did it break?
Ariana: Are you kidding? Of course it broke. It practically exploded.
Justin: Did this happen before or after it was graded?
Ariana: Before.
Justin: Ouch.
Ariana: It's okay. The diorama project was pass/fail. CeCe threw herself into it for personal reasons. Her mortal enemy, Ginny Loomis, had chosen the same poem for her assignment. CeCe didn't want to be second best.
Justin: Did everyone build a diorama? Did you build a diorama?
Ariana: Yes.
Justin: How come you didn't tell me about your diorama?
Ariana: I knew you'd mock it.
Justin: Come on. That's not fair. I might have teased you a little, but that's to be expected.
Ariana: I guess I'm just sensitive.
Justin: That's one word for it.
Ariana: Hey!
Justin: I want to hear about your diorama. No joking around. I promise.
Ariana: Okay. Mine wasn't elaborate like CeCe's.
Justin: Sounds like hers had structural issues anyway.
Ariana: You said no joking around.
Justin: I meant about your diorama.
Ariana: Well, I figured you meant all dioramas.
Justin: Sheesh. I had no idea you had such serious hang-ups regarding craft projects.
Ariana: One more insensitive comment and I'm hanging up. Don't push me, Justin Bieber. I'll do it. It only takes a push of the thumb.
Justin: Okay. Don't hang up. Keep your thumb where it is and tell me about what you built.
Ariana: Well, it had to be about a poem.
Justin: So what lousy title did you choose?
Ariana: I don't think that all poems have lousy titles. When I said that, I was just thinking out loud.
Justin: Go on.
Ariana: The subject had to be a poem written during the Victorian Era. I chose "Goblin Market" by Christina Rossetti.
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Phone Calls > jariana (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction''Justin Bieber, you are a random person.'' this book is told entirely through phone calls.