The Year Without Lauren (On Hold- to be improved or ditched?...)

The Year Without Lauren

A WARNING:

I WROTE THIS STORY (AND RFR, MY OTHER ONE) A LONG TIME AGO AND I AM NOT PROUD OF IT (..them). I CERTAINLY AM AWARE OF ALL MY MISTAKES, INCONSISTENCIES AND JUST ALL ROUND TERRIBLE WRITING ;)

So if you can look past all that crap and enjoy my writing for what it is then you, my friend, deserve a cookie. Unfortunately, though magical, the internet has not yet eveolved to the point where it can create food that materalises out of thin air. I KNOW. HOW PREPOSTEROUS. But that is the way life is. So enjoy the cookie in spirit.

ok. I'm done.

Dedicated to Flying Laama, who I am truly spening a year without.

Hey Guys!

this is my first story that I have put up on wattpad and I'm just going to be completely random :)

I hope you like it and I will try and write as much as possible!

Its a bit crazy.. and crap..I know, but I just wanted to write a story in the email/journal style so...yeah :)

Thanks :D

If you like it, please vote :P

♥♥♥ xoSushixo

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From: Sophia.Gainsport@GordonHigh.edu.au

To: Lozza131@gmail.com

Subject: OMGGGGG ARRGHHK!

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Hello my Darling Lauren,

I HATE YOU.

No, your poor eyesight isn’t deceiving you.

(Unless of course you aren’t wearing your contacts. Which is pretty stupid considering you probably INTENDED to check your emails. Why wouldn't you wear your contacts? Are you insane? Do you WANT to accidentaly trip and fall and kill yourself??!!! Is your exchange school cafeteria lady person slipping something into your drinks?! You should probably look into this.)

I HATE YOUR GUTS! How could you leave your poor, defenceless Best Friend IN THE WHOLE WORLD to go live with some NUTCASES in some random place I have never heard of?! I ask myself this Q: HOW can some country that fails to trigger any kind of recognition in my brain be more important than ME? I haven't seen you since school ended last year and I am DYING HERE.

(Sorry, I'm being selfish. I know that saving the world or something is important to you. But do you REALISE what a social dilemma you have left me in?!)

So, I turn up at school today, you know, THE VERY FIRST DAY of Year 10? You know, the one we have been going on about for, like, ever? Saying how we were on a new campus and we were going to have a fresh start and make a good impression and try to actually get good grades and be really social and everything? Well… yeah...heh...that didn’t really go so well. To be honest I think we asked a bit too much of ourselves. But hey, at least I TRIED, unlike somebody I know. *coughs*

Today so far I have managed to:

A- Make Bridget Kristen hate me more (well.. I guess that one was bound to happen)

B- Fail a Test (The Idiot gave us an English test on the FIRST day?

Is he insane?

Apparently it was to “see where our brains were up to”. But obviously he hasn’t realised that our brains aren’t “up to” anything, considering that they are still going, “Hang on. Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? What the hell do you think you are DOING, actually thinking at this hour in the morning? GO BACK TO BEEEEEDDDDD!”) 

Well...technichally I haven't failed YET, since we havent got our tests back, but you kinda know you have gotten 0% when you sat there for half an hour staring at the questions and then resorted to writing 'pizza' in almost half of the blank spaces. What can I say......I was hungry! This whole actually getting up in the morning business has really messed with my eating patterns.

C- Get two “Late warnings” (“one more, young lady, and you will be smirking in DETENTION!”)  by being late to Maths and History.

D- Insult the Science teacher (self explanatory- he is Mr Brice, surely you have heard of him)

E- Not pay attention in computing, so now I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing, so now I'm emailing you.

I hung out with Maya and the new chick, Helga (You know, the one you exchanged places with?) at recess and I seriously need to find myself some new friends. Since Ashley left, Maya has made it her personal mission to teach Helga English. Unfortunately Maya doesn’t know the first thing about teaching since she's so blond she can't even be a studen--- so..... ok.. I erase that. Maya is nice. She is just… I dunno. If you were here you would find an accurate word to describe her.

Anyway, they are sitting next to me in the Computing room right now. This is how their conversation is carrying on:

Maya- “Helga, THIS….IS…A…COMPUTER! CAN… YOU…. SAY…. COMP-U-TA?”

Helga- “What? Uta? I speak no good English! Sorry!”

And she rolls her ‘r’s in this really cute way, kinda like “Sollrry”

OOPs, the teacher is shouting at me. Gotta go. Have fun without me

-PHIA

xoxoxox