The Life Log of Corrie Cornwell

MONDAY, 6TH FEB 2017

"What is she doing here?"

...

"She, my non-friend, has a name." I reply to Jacklyn. Ugh, I do not like this Brussel sprout. I call her a Brussel sprout because like it she is a putrid, wrinkly, smelly, ball of bitterness. Well, she doesn't actually look like a Brussel sprout Jasper, I was speaking of the pitch tar of her inner soul.

"Oh I'm so sorry, would you prefer ugly cow?" The Brussel sprout said, raising an eyebrow (you know Jasper I do not think she is asking for my opinion).

"Wouldn't you prefer this cake," I asked holding up my plate which, by the way, had an absolutely delectable marble cake on it. "I mean correct me if I'm wrong, but it appears as if you haven't eaten in months. What I mean to say is that you should watch that, I doubt many people go for the whole skeleton thing." I continued with a mocking tone.

"Well, that's what you think. I doubt many people go for the whole beach ball thing." Jacklyn shot back.

"Oh honey that's so sweet, I never knew you thought I was a lovable ball of fun." A smile began to appear on my face.

Some would say (my brother) that this smile looks in his words:

"The sadistic smirk of that goddamned creepy child from down the street." Apparently Jason believes that the four year old girl from down the street has it in for him, and according to him he has the bite marks to prove it. I think she is absolutely adorable.

[Jasper mumbles: You would]

"Yo-you-you. ARGH. Why do I even talk to you? You are the one with a problem, I bet it's even hard to pronounce." Jacklyn finished smirking.

"Only for illiterate Brussel sprouts like you."

"What does that even mean?"

"Of course you wouldn't know."

"Can you both shut up!" Dumb-dumb exclaimed. "Corrie what are you doing here?" Dumb-dumb asked his green eyes held suspicion. Hey, what did I do? So of course I voiced this.

"Hey, what did I do?"

"You came up to us." Dumb-Dumb said pausing to point at me and then his 'clique'.

"That is because you and your clique are sitting at my table." I replied, my patience was running thin as Tally coughed.

"Sorry, our table." I corrected gesturing between Tally and myself.

"I don't have a clique." He muttered before continuing louder. "Excuse me, but–" Dumb-dumb began but was abruptly cut off.

"You are excused. Now get up. Take your departure and leave my exalted presence." My voice was dignified as I pointed out the closest exits.

"Listen up. We were here first, so you can go find somewhere else to sit. It's just a seat." Dumb-dumb said attempting to be logical.

"Oh no..." Tally mumbled as he slowly began to back away.

"You-u-u think that it's just," I pause to take a breath "a seat?" My fingers began to twitch.

"Yes. It is just a seat." Each of his words felt like a weight.

"Dumb-dumb." I began, bracing my hands on the table. "I have two grand loves in my life. Eating food, hedgehogs, mountain chickens and raccoon dogs–"

"That's four." One of the brown headed bozos raised his opinion. Proceeding this, I began to search, a desperate hunt. I looked everywhere, under the table, around the field. "I can't find it!" I exclaimed to the world.