So here it is lovely people.
First off, I’m only writing this because it’s twelve days to my birthday and I need something to pass the time with and secondly my best friend has ditched me over the past few months to a girl in higher year (I’m in year 10 by the way) for the life of smoking and drinking without getting caught. Only she did get caught and is complaining to me about it saying it’s not her fault. Believe me honey it is. Deal with it. So she’s grounded for a month.
Sorry for dumping my problems at the start of a story but I’m 13(nearly 14) and I just don’t think it’ right. Anyways back on track, some of the story has actual events that have happened to me. Others are completely made up.
Thanks for reading this! J
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The sound of Paramore echoed through my earphones before I even put them in as I discreetly managed to stick my unfinished technology project into my bag without anyone noticing. Damn I hated technology. This was my method of taking useless pieces of moulded plastic home so I can bin it, just to get out of doing it next week.
Mr Casey, my tech teacher, stood on the other side of the room instructing everyone to clean up on the workbench. I smiled to myself. He’d never even notice… ‘Whatcha got there? Your bag looks a bit heavier from this morning’.
Oh crap. It was the devil himself or rather in a snitches’ disguise. Marvin VanHuin. He’d tell on me even if I begged, so I decided to be a little bitchy because I was already in a pissed off mood.
‘Oh I’m sorry’, I said sweetly. ‘I didn’t know you stalked me and my schoolbag… maybe I put my books in a different way that I had them this morning. You know, books do tend to come out of your bag during classes’
I could feel him getting angry at every word that made up that sarcastic sentence.
‘Fine’, he muttered something under his breath that sounded like, ‘maybe for you it doesn’t…’ and then he was gone.
Ugh! Why can’t people just leave me alone today without any hassle? Too many people have been coming up to me today asking stupid questions or making pointless observations; probably trying to find out how I and Josh broke up yesterday.
Tears sting my eyes as I remember what happened yesterday.
Me and Josh have, I mean, had been going out for about seven months(give or take) and I usually went to his house on Thursday’s to study. We were the perfect couple. He was the star of the Soccer team and I was the little nerd studying away for whatever exam was coming up. Opposites attracted and there we were going out for what seems like forever.
Anyway, so I got to his house and everything seemed normal. He gave me a key so I let myself in and wandered into his kitchen. He wasn’t there so I assumed he was finishing up a late soccer practise until I heard a noise upstairs coming from the bedroom.
I heard a moan, followed by shushing and giggles. I was confused. But by now I was climbing the stairs to where his bedroom would be. The door was ajar and so I pushed my way inside, only to find my best friend Carly and Josh under the bed sheets.
I guess you can imagine what happened next. There was a lot of screaming, followed by Josh’s attempts to look innocent. Carly stood there smirking up at me while tears flooded my eyes and down my face.
Reality finally caught up with me as I bolted out the door and ran the five blocks to my house. The sweat dripped down my forehead when I got in and as mum was never home because of her job I got no comfort, only from the house keeper who gave me strange looks as I ran past her to my room.
