No strings attached

Diary Entry #1

Author’s note:

            This story starts with excerpts from Joan Spyre’s diary. She addresses her diary as Cleo.

No strings attached...

September 7, 2005

Wednesday

Dear Cleo,

            It’s been 3 days since school started and I’m still enjoying the fact that I’m already in high school! YIPEE!! The kids at school are pretty nice----and Ethan Mercer is still divinely cute! I’m still infatuated with him, I’m afraid. He-he.

 I’m so glad that he’s just a year older than me. I’ll still be able to see him for 2 more years! ^-^

Although the fact that he may not remember me anymore is despicable, I’m still glad that we’re going to attend the same school. Attending school for a year without catching even just a glimpse of him was a total nightmare. Although we just went to the same summer camp, I felt so attached to him. But no worries, I’ll try me best to make him remember me. I’m going to try until I die! Ha! Ha!

 Just kidding! I’m not that desperate, yet. Seeing him is enough for me, besides Ian would probably laugh his head off if he reads this.>-<

He’s my best friend but he’s not really sympathetic when I talk about my crushes or the guys I date, for that matter. Remember the time during 7th grade when I was dating Teddy, as in the Thaddeus Adams of the popular international band, Olympiads? Yeah, the THAD, as his fans call him. I know you remember him.  Anyway, when Teddy and I were together, Ian kept on popping up out of nowhere whenever and wherever Teddy and I might be dating. He would always say that he was just passing by or just happened to stop by the place even if we both knew that it was no coincidence. He was stalking us because he was worried, and he didn’t exactly like Teddy. We were childhood friends and ever since the two met, they’ve been bickering and hollering at each other like psychos who just got out of the mental institution.  My “dating relationship” with Teddy lasted for a year and a half. And even though Ian was a pain, he wasn’t the reason Teddy and I broke up.

Sigh. Why the heck am I writing about this again? Oh, yeah, it’s because of Kristian a.k.a. Ian, my bratty best friend number 2. My bratty best friend number  1 is Teddy. I met Teddy long before I met Ian. We practically grew up together. Teddy’s parents and my parents are best- buds.

Anyway, Ian and I are in the same homeroom, as usual, and hmmm…Oh! Right, we’ll probably celebrate our being homeroom mates amongst ourselves. We’ve been in the same homeroom since the day he attended Morrison Academy.  This year would probably be the 6th time. Not that I’m counting. Ha.  

I wonder how we’ll celebrate it this year. Hmmm…I guess we’ll go for the traditional way. We usually hike the Crying Ladies Cliff and have fireworks there during the start of each school year.  We were supposed to have done that last Saturday but Ian is still at New York, until now. I really can’t blame him if he wants to extend his summer break. I also wanted to extend mine.

Sigh.

I miss Hawaii!!*-* you know how much fun I had there, but that’s a totally different story.

 Anyhow, with that set aside, I think we’ll proceed with the ritual this coming Saturday. I’m thinking of inviting Ashley to come with us since I promised to help her with Ian. They would make a cute couple. But I’m not sure Ian would be thrilled about it. He hates it when I set him up with girls. He worries me sometimes. He’s both Mr. Popular and Mr. Single. A lot of girls have set eyes on him but he won’t date anyone of them. He hangs out with me most of the time that’s why some girls are pretty uptight with me. They actually think that I’m two-timing Ian and Teddy, how crazy is that?!

And, oh, yeah! One more thing, if you’re wondering about Teddy’s whereabouts, he’s in Russia right now for his World Tour Concert with his band. He said he met a Russian girl who was a black-belter at muay thai. He kept rubbing into my face the fact that I’m not physically fit to do muay thai or any martial arts at that matter. He called me last night just to tell me that.

Oooopppppssss!!! Gotta go, mom’s calling me for dinner. You know how strict she is about us having dinner together. We won’t even be complete for the time being since Albert already left for Harvard last week. It’ll just be Dad, Mom and Me.

Yours,

Joan ^-^

P.S. I miss my dear ole brother. I miss Al!