Chapter 8 - Well....My Life is OFFICIALLY O-VER!

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Wednesday 16th of April

Today  is Precious's  Birthday and she's turning sixteen(two month from now). I know what you're thinking. Makes no sense, well she believes that since it's her birthday, she deserves 2 whole months and she's rich.

Didn't believe me. Good because that's not the real reason. The real reason was that her dad got the day of her birth wrong. She was born in Spain. I don't know what happened but apparently  her dad was so busy talking on the phone that he just wrote the wrong month. So instead of 16th of June, it's April.

And everyone knows what happens when it's her birthday. You must  buy her a present because if you don't you'll never hear the end of it. You'll see her, on her throne with presents by her side. All her friends will be standing beside, ticking off the people on the list. A little overboard. I'm not particularly scared that I don't have one because I don't. Jade bought Precious a cardigan. Actually this was her first prank on her. Let's just say there was syrup, whip cream and gum involved. Since then our group have been cleared and don't have to give her one because Jade had warned her, that if she was forced to give her another present it will be worse each year.

I'm in school and Precious is on her throne (oh, you thought I was exaggerating. It's a rental). You can see a line of students from yr 7 to seniors, holding a present. I see JJ and my brother Zach, organizing the kids in their lines. I can see my sister and her friend Kookaburra there as well. Since when did she have time to get Precious a present. She'll probably ask mum to give her money. All of them wait expectantly to see if their gift have matched her taste. What do you expect from a material girl. That song by Madonna is pictured in my head right now.

Back to the bigger picture. I have been looking for my diary for nearly two weeks, and I can't find it. I've asked my dad, Zach and Ashley if they have seen it but they said they haven't. This is starting to frustrate me because A lot can happen in two weeks. Ok so nothing interesting really happened for the past two weeks but I would like to at least tell somebody or something. So I didn't get a boyfriend, didn't go to a party, haven't been kissed, haven't become a big sensation, haven't gotten a BRAND NEW CAR!!! and most certainly haven't inherited some big business, that will allow me to become rich, limos, mansion and have an entourage.

But it seems we're not getting the point here. I have a diary withdrawal, which is fatal. So I won't die in a month or a year, but I can surely say that my fingers are itching to write something which is something I do but my friends are finding it creepier more than usual.

Plus, I can't imagine what I would do if I won't be able to touch that brown hardcover. The white butterflies designed on it and long brown ribbon. Have I mentioned that I would die, if I can't find it.

I'm at my locker as we speak, I've already dropped my books on the floor. I have been searching for it everywhere and the only conclusion I've come up with is, that it has to be at school. I have a free period and I am using it as a free opportunity to look somewhere. Andrealle has gone to go shopping, Kemi has hit the cafeteria and Leah is studying. Jade is nowhere to be found.

As I'm searching, I'm unaware of someone standing there. It takes a couple of seconds until I see that Precious is right there. She looks at me, dead in the eye and has a sinister smile. By sinister I'm not referring to the movie directed by Steve Derrickson, who wrote the script with C. Robert Cargill. I'm talking creepy and scary.

"Hi Precious" I greeted then looked back at my locker.

"Don't you mean, happy birthday" she queered. Your birthday is in two months but it's not like she cares. I don't say that, instead I say-

"Sorry. Happy Sweet 16" I cheered, fakely if I may add but she seems to have bought it.

"Thanks Jamie" But I don't really welcome her greeting because I'm still searching my locker and pulling out each book.

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