Diary of A Broken Hearted

Chapter 6

June 21, 2012

Dear Diary,

            She did it again. Miranda humiliated me in front of the whole student body. I don’t know what I did to her to make her feel angry and antsy about me but whatever it is I know that it’s nothing compared to what she’s doing to me now. She constantly makes me feel like dirt that should be trampled on and her minions feel the same, which makes it even worse.

            Today, I was just passing by the cafeteria with my food in my hands, when someone smacked a ball right at my head – causing me to fall back and got drenched on spaghetti and meatballs. Everyone laughed at me. I knew Miranda was behind that little stunt because as I was sprinting to my locker, I heard her minions laughing hysterically. I knew they were behind it. I wanted to confront them but I didn’t have the guts to do so. I am a wimp. To make it even worse, I didn’t have a spare shirt to change on.

            Luckily, my knight in shining armour – in the name of Jaden - appeared in the picture and gave me a spare shirt. It’s 2 sizes too big for me but it didn’t matter.

            I’m so fortunate to have someone like him in my life.

 

XOXO

Trina

 

            I am going to kill that bastard!

            But before that, I have to hide first.

            I gotta say, this closets turning to be pretty cozy to me than any classroom available here at Mounthigh. For the 3rd time this week, I’m hiding here in the precious and most comfortable janitors closet – waiting for the mob of angry and crazy girls to subside which is already near to impossible.

            Another reason why I’m hating that spawn of the devil – Drew Hammington.

            Ever since he pulled that little stunt, I was constantly being hunted by “the crazies” (a name that I came up with just a few days ago. It does suit them, anyways). I told him a thousand times that this is what I didn’t want to happen. Yes, I wanted attention for my supposed revenge but this is not the kind of attention that I would like myself to have. I wanted girls to gawk at me not pull my hair out.

            I took out my earphones and plunged it into my ipod, as I wait for the bell to ring. Right now, I still have 20 minutes to kill – enough time for me to rest my tired and sullen eyes. Right on cue, my stomach rumbled and it took everything in me not to go out and run to the cafeteria to get some food. Just like the other times, I wasn’t able to reach the cafeteria due to “the crazies”. I seriously need a plan B if I don’t want to starve to death.

            I was about to drift into a good nights’ sleep when the door opened revealing a tall and smirking Drew Hammington.

“What the hell?!” I exclaimed. I could hear the murmurs behind him and I swear I also heard a few gasps. Well, goodbye janitors closet. I won’t be using you for a while.

“Well, well, well, look who’s here.” He said. “Who’re you with?”

“What?” I asked, as I got out of the closet – dusting  my pants.

            He gave me a knowing smirk and said, “You accused me of doing god-knows-what in the janitors closet, when in reality you’re the one that’s doing it in here. I never pegged you to be a secretive bitch. You are truly pure of surprises.”