Creative |❀| Wy's Diary

Entry #1

She threw open the door and walked past Jett.

"How was your day?" Jett asks, she ignored her brother and furiously walked down the halls of the house.

Her lips were glued together, they had dwindled down into a straight and firm line. She furrowed her eyebrows, storming up the staircase angrily.

She slipped into her bedroom and locked the door behind herself, breathing in the aromatic scent of acrylic paint and royal bluebells.

She bit her lip, fighting back the tears that were forming in her eyes. Wy collapsed onto her bed and buried her face in a pillow. Sometimes she really needed a distraction. Yes, a distraction would be very useful right about now.

When she opened her eyes, she spotted the tiny diary that Jett had given her on her last birthday, she hadn't written in it yet.

She watched the clock for a moment, before glancing at the small leather-bound book again.

She grabbed it and flipped to the first page, grabbing a pen that was sitting next to the small diary. Then.. she wrote.

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Wendy Kirkland 6/27/2017

Dear Diary,

I officially hate art school. I never thought the teachers were so rude! I hate them! The students too..

All I did was watercolour a simple sketch I did a few weeks ago. Apparently they're not huge fans of watercolour..

The teacher walked up to my desk and RIPPED the drawing!!

I'm not kidding, mate. She ripped my drawing.

My initial response was.. well ok then.. it's just a drawing right?

Class ended, and I grabbed my stuff.

A couple of kids were following me, but I didn't expect them to do anything.. Well.. they did. As soon as I was about to turn around, a girl tripped me, and I fell onto the concrete. My stuff flew into the air, and lots of people laughed.

What the fobbish twit did next really pulled the trigger...

She grabbed my sketchbook, and held it above the biggest, and most disgusting puddle I had ever seen.

I kept crying out, "Stop it!" And "Please.. no!" But the git was clearly deaf. That's when I really hoped it hadn't rained that day.

She dropped my beloved sketchbook into the revolting puddle. My face fell as everyone around me started to laugh loudly.

I had to do something.

So I got up, even though I had scraped my knee  after I tripped.. and I clenched my fists, before punching her squarely in the face.

I was expelled..

I didn't want to tell Jett...

I knew he'd kill me..

Then again, he might not..

I need sleep.

~W.K.