Tween Going On Teen

Chapter 2 - 5th October

Tween Going On Teen

(A Diary Novel)

PART ONE

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Chapter 2

Dear Diary, 5th October

I got in trouble.

Detention.

With Mrs. Jenkinson.

She thought that I had asked to go to the girl's toilet so I could get out of class. She also had this crazy idea that I was going insane with boredom from her lesson, so I was hitting my head against the wall!

No, it was an entirely different reason! I told her so, then she asked me to tell her what the reason was then, but I couldn't tell her.

My cheeks went red. My hands went all clammy. My stomach churned. My throat constricted.

I wanted to run. I wanted to hide.

Everything that always happens in those situations. As a small child, I could've hid behind Mum. It would've looked cute and adorable. But at some stage in your life, things suddenly aren't cute anymore. For me, that came as a big shock.

My parents were no longer proud that I could go to the toilet by myself.

They were no longer proud when I could recite my 5 times tables.

They were no longer proud that I could cook toast. (Well, perhaps that was because it was more burning, than toasting, but that's not the point!)

One time when I hid behind my mother, my mum's friend took her aside and asked in a hushed tone if anything was wrong with me. "She's just shy." Mum had said, smiling, but I could see through it. She had looked at me funny for the rest of the day, like she was asking herself the same question.

I hate those three words: "She's just shy." Everyone says that around me, most of the time it's an explanation to an un-spoken question. It makes me feel different. I don't want to be different. I want to be a 99.99999th in 100.

Anyway, enough about that...

"Well?" Mrs. Jenkinson had said, scowling down at me.

"Nothing..." I had murmured, avoiding eye contact by looking at her shoes.

She was probably taking her anger out on me because she was angry at herself for her grotesque sense of fashion. But what she didn't realise was, by having to sit through a detention with me in her own spare time, would make her angrier. Also, by staring at my butterfly earrings for half an hour, she probably just got jealous, because when I asked to actually go to the loo, she got angry again. After all that, she would go home, get angry at her own children because she had a bad day at work, then go to sleep; where she would wake up the following morning to open her wardrobe and repeat the cycle again.

I can actually be quite clever when I want to, you know?

Hmm... I could use this as... No, Mrs. Jenkinson probably wouldn't give me a good mark if I handed this in as my 'Observation Of Animals' project, that we're starting in 3 weeks time...

Well, I better go.

Christine

I closed my diary and rolled over onto my back, as I sunk into my bed a bit and looked around my room. Various toys (mostly plush) were dotted around my white bookcase, filled to the brim with books and a few photographs in dusty multi-coloured frames. My pink walls displayed a couple of posters, many artworks that I've created over the years, some glow-in-the-dark stick-on stars and a cork-board that has postcards and other odd items pinned to it. The tendrils of the afternoon sun are creeping through my wide window that's close to the ceiling and playing with the shadows on my bed.