Dear Diary,
Tyler won't stop calling my house phone. He calls me everymorning from 7:03 to 7:15 till he finally figures out I'm not answering on purpose. Then, he calls some more.
Tuesday May 4 9:16 AM
He follows me around like some kind of stalker. I don't know how he did it, but he's figured out all my hiding spots. I might need to scout for new ones if I ever want to find some privacy around here.
Friday May 7, 11:23 PM
Geese. I know he thinks Sadie is his glowing sun or whatever, but he seriously needs to stop calling me. Doesn't he understand that a girl needs her beauty sleep?
Sunday May 9, 5 PM
He's morphing into another Dexter Gibson without even realizing it.
Thursday May 12, 10:47 AM
Tyler is cute I admit. With his baby blue eyes, and sandy blond hair...but I truly don't believe sadie is his type.
Saturday May 14, 12:36 AM
I will not pick up. I will not pick up. I will not pick up...no matter how annoying the ringing gets. I will NOT pick up!
Saturday May 14, 12:49 AM
*Screams in pillow*
MAKE IT STOP!!!!
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“Twenty-eight!”
“Twenty-nine…!”
“I can’t do it!” I shuttered, crying and gasping. My eyes watered, and my face flushed red as I attempted to stay upright. My arms were shaking wildly under me and muscles felt as if they were on fire. I wanted to give in so bad, but I didn’t want to disappoint Archer and I didn't even know why.
He shook his head, fiery determination set in his eyes. He pounded his fist in the air, and he yanked at the timer hanging around his neck. “Yes, you can! You made it this far…you CAN DO ANYTHING…!”
With one final cry, I pushed myself upright and….
“Thirty!!!!”
After a few seconds of holding my place, my arms collapsed right under me. My face came crashing onto the floor, and I didn’t have the energy to get back up. But I had done it: I had finally reached thirty push-ups.
“Yahoo!” Archer howled, throwing down his clipboard. He pumped his fist in the air and danced around in circles. His face was flushed with excitement. “Ya did it, Pizza-face!”
“I did it.” I breathed softly, enjoying victory, even if it were only a small one. I smiled to myself. “I did it.” I said again, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
Sadie was beside me in a second, handing me a water bottle. I grabbed it and sat upright. I unscrewed the cap, and chugged it down in an instant. The cool liquid slid down my throat, and I felt as if I had reached heaven at that moment. I was dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head; so having Sadie beside me when I really needed it made me feel grateful to have such a loyal friend.
“Congratulations, Marissa!” Happy tears flowed down her cheek. “You really are amazing.” She chocked. “I’m so glad…” Then, she turned away from me to wipe her cheeks. “Seriously…so amazing.” ~ sob
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Diary of a Couch Potato (Cont.)
HumorMarissa Bettgila is tired of being called 'fat girl'. She literary spends her Saturday at home all day, with her only friend and watch's soap operas with an extra-large bag-o-onions on the side. She wants to live her highschool existence to the full...
