Unbalanced Electrical Storm

Part 2: Pretty In Pink

Year -7

September 11, 2001

Dear Diary:

Wow, this year is already so much different than last year: I haven't seen Francine since school started, Charlie's gone, I don't hang out with those other girls at that table anymore, and they put me in Pre-Algebra rather than General Math like I should have. I'm terrible at math, but they had some change where General Math was dropped and everybody had to take Pre Algebra instead to prepare for high school. The craziest thing happened today, we watched the news in school all day. Two planes knocked down the twin towers in New York and another in the Pentagon and another one crashed in a field somewhere. I don't remember where though. Anyway, they think this Osama Bin Laden guy did it, so we're probably going to war in Afghanistan. That's crazy; I never thought I'd see something like this in my lifetime. Just goes to show, we're still a petty species killing each other for no reason. Those poor innocent people though, I feel bad for them. They didn't deserve that; I hope those terrorists get what's coming to them. I cried when I saw it on television, it was so sad. Hopefully president Bush knows what he's doing, or what he's going to do. This is pretty scary, that our own country was so easily attacked. I guess nobody is really safe. Anyways, there's a dance this Saturday, it's the annual back to school dance, except this year they're asking us to donate to the relief fund, I only have a couple of dollars but I'm happy to help. I was thinking of asking Michael; after all he is my best friend. I'm a little nervous, but I'm confident he'll say yes. Kurt is already going with Lois, so this shouldn't be a problem.

The next day, Sandra goes up to Michael. "Good morning, Michael."

"Good morning, Sandy." He says.

"So, we're going to the dance together, right?"

"Ahaha, no I'm going stag."

"Um, what?" she says slightly disappointed.

"Yeah, don't really feel like going with any one person. Leaves me open then."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I was hoping you'd... go... with... me." Her voice trails.

"Nah, it's alright."

"Ok, fine." Her voice breaks a little bit. She tries not to show how upset she is as Michael goes back to talking to Kurt and Jim.

September 12, 2001

Dear Diary:

Michael was a real jerk today. I thought for sure he'd take me. He'd rather go by himself. I really wanna go with someone, but it doesn't look like that's happening. Charlie was my date the last two years and I really don't wanna go alone. Whatever, I'm still going, even if it's just to help those poor people. Anyway, I joined this creative problem solving club at school. I've been a part of it the past two years and every year we go and compete against other schools. This year, we're working on a skit to go with our technical problem. I hope we do better than third this year. I've gotten third the past two years, and if we get to second, we can go to the state level. And from there, we can go to the world championships; that would be so freaking cool. Anyways, got school tomorrow so good night.

The next day, while Sandra is eating lunch, a chubby boy with short, black hair approaches Sandra. "Hi Sandra."

"Oh, hi Albert."

"Listen, um... if you don't have a date to the dance yet, I'll go with you. I know it's kind of short notice, but-"

"No, no, it's alright. Sure I'll go with you, I always thought you were kinda cool."