HI EVERYONE THIS IS A DRAFT AND IDEA I RECENTLY THOUGHT UP. I know my work probally has a lot of grammer problems but apart from that, i would like to knwo what you think of the story and what it needs or lacks. be sweet about it lol. Enjoy!
Dear Scarlet Diary: 4th June
This is the first time I have ever kept a diary and I really hope I can keep it. I’m not really sure what to write, because nothing that interesting really happens in my life. Mum brought me this diary because she said that my teen years would be something, I’ll want to remember. Yea’ right mum. Remembering my life it likes…What ever! I don’t want to remember it. But it’s hard to forget. My life is full of trouble and sadness, last week ‘the soccer witch from hell’ all of a sudden turned “girlie giggly” (This is what me and my mates call girl who were once tomboys and turn to princesses-Not, Double G for short). It all started when she came to school in a long pitch-black skirt and white blouse. Everyone was walking up to penny Craye as if she was a new student and he or she really did believe so, as I swear I heard someone ask her name. I have to admit even I had a peek at her silk satin ballerina pumps. When I arrived at class, Penny.C was the talk of the school. She had a large crowd around her. every guy was checking her out and asking her questions, I could tell the end of term was really going to be a great one for little pen’ as she had become one of the “PPSC” (The Popular Panty Showing Chic’s) Well she hadn’t actually shown her knickers but I was bound to happen. My school ‘Grayden High’ always felt like a talent scouts dream where people were discovered everyday. This would be fully truthful if in talent scouts I meant snobby rich kids like Melinda dale and Bridget Carrye (Just to name a few) and in people being discovered I meant the invisibles- such as me and my friends. We were really invisible, I mean one time I even crept into class one hour last and reached the door the same time as Greg Dinky. Mr Crayven-Shaw totally roared at Greg and sent in to detention room 101. He didn’t even glance at me to the fact that I was standing right behind Greg. (Just to add I think this is also the reason Gregg snarls at me these days. He did it during break right after he slapped his yoghurt pot down right next to me) Mr.C carried on his lesson as normal and never even stopped to check whether everyone had the hand out sheets. So as I say my life is not something I want to remember mum. So stay out and don’t interfere. (Of course I won’t actually be saying any of this to her as, I like living.
Dear scarlet Diary: 11:22pm
I’ve been applying to colleges all around the world these past days. I have decided I want to go to a boarding college. Mum says it’s a great Idea although she’ll miss me something terrible. I won’t miss her though. I’ll be free. Free to roam and do what I want, when I want. Mum won’t hear a word from me for weeks. The only thing she’ll hear is that I’ve married a famous guy or been kidnapped. (Well ok, that’s not true. I’ve promised to email her at least twice a week. But the minimum is one email a week.) Mum said she wants to know everything I’m doing, down to what colour bra I’m wearing to bed that night. Mum really was annoying me which all the hand gestures she was basically whacking me with. I told her this. She tightened her lip and her eyebrows fixed on me as if she were trying to tell me something serious, I got the message loud and clear “Shut Up or you won’t go”. Mum said she went to boarding college and loved it. So I thought why I couldn’t go. Mum was mumbling some stuff to her self but later gave in. (She always does) I’ve cut my choices down to the five, which are most likely to accept me. ‘CandleHigh’ mum’s old boarding college. I though I’d apply there just to make mum happy. This college had the biggest fields I’d ever seen and looked like a castle for princess back in its day. I didn’t think I would actually get into this college, but the smile on mum’s face was priceless. Drapple manor, Coryle Centre College, SmithyGold and Granville were the other colleges I chose. I chose these because they all had something in common with each other, as large lake and the people who attended all looked and seemed equal in every way. When I visited the colleges on the open days everyone was well focused and knew absolutely everything there is to know about the school. Including all the teachers’ names. In my school I only knew the teachers names that I absolutely and truly needed to know. I think I knew my tutor’s name? “Yea Mrs something”. But yea’ anyway as soon as the weeks over and summer starts ill know what college ill be going to and I’m so excited I can’t even sleep.
D.S.D-11: 30pm
I was just thinking about SmithyGold College. If I really did get in me and Rachael Dane will probably become friends, as we’ll only have each other as company. Yes starting a new college and place, as the mysterious girl will put a great score on my popularity card from the Invisible’s membership clubcard. But I guess I’ll be leaving that club when I get popular, as well I’ll basically be a sell out. But I don’t care because I’m the one who’ll be working hard to make a name for my self out there, no one else but me. So sod the invisible club.
D.S.D- 11:34 PM
I’m re-joining the club. I’ll just stick my club card back together with this clear tape. Ugh. Sticky stuff.
D.S.D- 11:40pm
It’s over. I’m officially out of the club. They’ll never let me back in without a card. Should I care? I’m not sure, but at this moment I do. I feel like a true outcast from all stages of popularity.
Dear Scarlet Diary; 10th June-Saturday
OMG…OH, I’ve just received some letters oh shocking horror. SmithyGold F*****g College and Coryle Centre College have rejected me. The bloody cheek. I’ve took so much time to dream and think about getting into that perfect college and they shut me out like a naughty dog that’s been sent out side for bad behaviour. Basically I feel like a dog. Shut out. Outcaste. Turfed.
Haven’t told mum she’ll probably just say some dumb little saying like. “Oh there’s always a silver lining in a dark cloud” What the heck. Is that supposed to help me? I’m so out raged. I bloody well might not want an F*****g! Silver lining mum. What if I want a pink one huh? Mum always thinks she’s right. I bet she never even finished college, she always says she wishes she could change some things that happened in college and she should probably go and do that. Instead of bugging me and putting the curse of “the outsider” on me for the rest of my life.
D.S.D- 1.30pm – Still Saturday
Janey wants me to meet her at the Odeon around 2 O’clock. I asked her why but she nearly bit my head off and spat it out so I agreed. I’ve come to the conclusion that this entire secret meeting UP’s and stuff. Is to do with Janeys boyfriend and his parents. You see Janeys boyfriend he’s a big part of the P.P.S.C (Popular Panty Showing Club) Yeah he shows his pants too, only that they’re boxers and when he does it its acceptable on almost all levels. (Except mine) I mean for goodness sake. Do I need to know what pants people are wearing each day. I don’t go around telling everyone to guess which shade of pink my bra strap is so why can’t they be discreet too? Well anyway’s he totally can’t be seen alone with Janey-anywhere, as people will basically call him the pitying player. Everyone In the P.P.S.C thinks he’s using Janey until his darling Mel’ takes him back. I mean even I can see that, but Janey says it because everyone is jealous and that includes me. Janey is deluded. I told her so. I’m now in for a duffing.
There was one thing I would change, though: