Richmond Dillamond and the first kiss?

Passage two

Tuesday 16th September

Dear diary

Well, we meet again, Richmond. Oh shut up. I hate life. Why do I bother? Rhetorical question, I don't really care much for your opinion. I'm sorry, that was kind of mean. Pretend I apologised. So anyway, I was just minding my own business, walking down the corridor when all of a sudden a gigantic bulldozer crashed into me and punched me right in the face for being in 'his personal space'. Such a pathetic loser. I thought I was loser; that was until I met him. Found out his name is, Johnny Marcel. Ew! Johnny is a disgraceful name. Which does fit his personality quite precisely. The worst wasn't being punched though, it was everyone laughing at me while I was on the floor with a nose bleed. No one even tried to help me. There was this one girl though that wasn't laughing. She had delightfully long brown hair and tranquillising blue eyes. I only got a glimpse of her for about 20 seconds until I stood up and by the time I turned around, she had already left. It made me sad but oh well. I don't need love. No one needs love. It's silly and a waste of time. Yeah, a waste of time. It's not like I waste any of my precious time reading depressing books all night. Sure.

"Honey, dinner's done!"

"What is it, mum?"

"Salmon with salad!"

"Alright, I'll be down soon!"

Oh no! What am I going to do? I have this black eye and a bright red nose? Damn it! I know, I'll hide it with one of Wilson's football beanies. Puts on beanie. I look foolish and the beanie doesn't cover my entire eye. Urm... I'll put my fringe over it? Pulls fringe over eye. This'll have to do for now. I look emo. Maybe no one will notice?

"Good day at school, Richmond?"

"Sure it was fine, Dad"

"Are you still on track for everything in lessons?"

-My Dad asks this every day-

"Yeah."

"Sweetheart, can you pass the salad cream, please?"

"Sure."

"Yo, bender, go get the ketchup in the kitchen."

"Get it yourself, Wilson. And I'm not a bender, Cock."

"Richmond! Don't say that word at the dinner table!"

"Sorry mum."

"You getting the ketchup or what, emo?"

-I wanted to punch him right there and then so badly-

"No, get it yourself."

"Darling, just get it and stop arguing."

"But... Mum... he is..."

"...Just do it."

"Do what your mother told you to, son."

"Yeaahh.." Wilson whispered whilst smirking. A smirk I just wanted to shit on to be honest.

Thankfully nothing else was said during dinner and I was able to be alone in my room. Solitude at it's finest. After I finished all my homework, a loud and obnoxious knock on my bedroom door caught my attention.

"Hey, little bro, just thought you might want this book I've been reading. It's really good and It may help you make friends at school."

'The art of not being a dick'

"Urmm.. okay? Why you being nice to me? You're never nice to me, Keira."

"I'm always nice, silly. Just not in front of Kylie. She thinks being nice to someone is sort of a crime. I for one think that being nice to anybody can make their day."

"Yeah... I agree.. I guess. Anyway, thanks for the book. I look forward to reading it."

I was literally just about to close the door until this happened...

"Oh and, Richmond?"

"Yeah...?"

"Why do you have your fringe over one of your eyes? I noticed it at the dinner table but I didn't want to say anything that may get you in trouble."

"It's nothing. I was just trying a new look on me."

"You know it's not good to lie, Richmond. Just show me your eye."

"No... seriously there's nothing there, Keira..."

"I don't believe you..."

Before I could move her small yet soft hand away from my face she already pushed my fringe back to look at my eye.

"Richmond?!? Why the hell do you have a massive bruise on your eye?!?"

"I fell over..."

"What did I just say about lying? Who did this to you?"

"Johnny Marcel. But you can't tell Mum and Dad. They'll report him to the headmaster and I don't want Johnny to find out I stitched him up. Please I beg."

"Johnny?!? He's such a twat, Richmond. Just ignore him. I went out with him once; he was so horrible. I promise to not tell mum and dad as long as you promise to tell me anything that's bothering you at school, understood?"

"Understood."

Suddenly Keira hugged me. SHE HUGGED ME? I didn't know what to do. So I just hugged her back. She told me she loved and cared about me. For the first time in my life I felt good about myself. I managed to create a bond between Keira and I without saying something that didn't ruin it. I think this is a good place to stop writing now and get to bed. Another day of school tomorrow, but at least I know I've got an amazing older sister to look out for me now.

Love, Richmond x