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Shive-
Dear Diary #5/7
"Let me start off with this. I was casually walking down the aisles of the cafeteria when out of nowhere, this same girl that moved in just a few days ago trips over some kind of metal bar and fails right in front of me, spilling the drops of juice she had left over on her tray. At the moment of the scene, my face was burning red with everyone looking straight at us on the crystal floor in every corner of my sight.
My New York shirt was covered in orange juice with a little bit of lettuce on the back of my shirt. I got up from my place, she still not knowing what was going on since her blond hair was all over her face. Once she got up, she knew she was a goner at that point. That red face on her was enough for the rest of us to know that what she did to me in front of her.
And so from there, I was sent to the nurse to get a new fresh shirt they had for me while she went crying towards the girl's bathroom down the hall.
When I said, 'I hope today is going to be a normal day' I didn't ask for this."
2/15/17
I shut off my light lamp next to me and headed off to bed.
Thursday.
I opened my eyes to the wind blowing through my bedroom window while the branches from the trees blew from side to side. I slipped out of my bed, looked halfway down from my bed; yes, I was that lazy to get up from my bed, took out my slippers that were half the other side of my bed, got up and headed for the bathroom.
I finished up eating the last piece of pancakes, headed upstairs, brushed my teeth and headed out to the front doors of my house and to the bus stop up the hill.
I got up the hill to see the blonde lady that spilled juice all over my shirt the other day. I guess we can say that she was ashamed to see me going up the hill when she perfectly knows that she spilled juice on my shirt yesterday at school. I walked right past her and stood about 25 feet apart from her to make sure she knows that I wasn't happy with her.
I somehow still felt shame inside of me on the ride to school and re-thought of my words that were going on inside of me. But when you have an entire cafeteria looking straight at you, it's really hard for people to forget that kind of stuff whenever they see you.
I stood there, having a harry potter book cover my face as everyone else did their work for other classes they had. I still felt shame that everyone in this homeroom I was in knew about the insisted that happen during lunch. I wish I had some kind of powers to make everyone forget about what happen and never talk about it again.
I spotted Super talking to the math teacher I had outside of our homeroom. He those types of person that like to get everything done at the exact time it's assigned. I guess you can say from there, I stayed silent for the rest of homeroom time.
Wolfie-
I had this weird dream that I tripped over a metal bar at lunch and that I spilled juice on that kid that lives next door to me. In that scenario, everyone was looking straight at us while he and I had faces that were redder than the color red itself. I thought that this was all a dream when I remember the tears coming out of me when I rushed towards the bathroom.
This just made my day go bad.
My hair was a mess when I got out of bed which isn't really a surprise to me. It's always around my face whenever I get out of bed which is one of the things I hate about being a girl in the winter. I always put on a hat when I got outside cause my mom thinks that my head will "Freeze," if I don't have a hat on which if you ask me, it sounds stupid.
I ate my eggs with ham my mom left for me before going to her business work every single day except Saturdays at 6 in the morning. My brother was in college so we don't see each other that much, only in the holidays.
I packed my things up for school, locked the doors to my house and headed up the hill towards the bus stop.
I was one of the first people to arrive at the bus stop. The wind started to pick up as more people started to arrive at the bus stop. Them, there was that person; the person that I spilled orange juice on. At that point, my face turned red while I tried to hide that red but I guess he got the hint that I was ashamed to see him cause it only took him one look to see that I was ashamed of him.
After doing so, the bus ride to school wasn't that happy-dappy, unlike other days. Instead of texting one of my friends back at my old home, I was here sitting, thinking how stupid I was to spilled juice on his shirt. Not to mention, everyone making fun of me.
During the minutes of staying in homeroom before starting off the day, Dream spotted me from the corner of her eyes and saw that I wasn't doing so good from the instance that happened yesterday at lunch. "Ay Wolfie, still upset about yesterday?" I didn't say anything but now that I think of it, saying nothing would just make them talk more to me. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happens.
Right after Dream gave me some tips on how to cheer up, potato came out of nowhere, carrying her bathroom on her right hand. "Hay! What's up in this homeroom eh?" But sadly for her, some of the people around us heard her, giving her a dirty look. "Sorry."
She took a few minutes to calm down before going towards me and telling me what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong" Sounding like an 8-year old that has something going on in their minds. "Well, telling by your face, something is going on. You usually don't act like this around us."
Trapped. It's like my friends knew every single card I had as an excuse to not talk to them which is kinda good if you ask me. That means that they know a lot about you which is what makes them a great friend to you and you know it by heart.
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Characters In The Story:
@Shive (Point of view of 2/4 of the chapter)
@~Wolfie~ (Point of view of 2/4 of the chapter)
@xPotatqx
@xDreaminq
Ye, I got lazy yesterday and fell asleep during the writing. So I didn’t post chapter 5 yesterday. Sorry .p.
Shive-
Dear Diary #5/7
"Let me start off with this. I was casually walking down the aisles of the cafeteria when out of nowhere, this same girl that moved in just a few days ago trips over some kind of metal bar and fails right in front of me, spilling the drops of juice she had left over on her tray. At the moment of the scene, my face was burning red with everyone looking straight at us on the crystal floor in every corner of my sight.
My New York shirt was covered in orange juice with a little bit of lettuce on the back of my shirt. I got up from my place, she still not knowing what was going on since her blond hair was all over her face. Once she got up, she knew she was a goner at that point. That red face on her was enough for the rest of us to know that what she did to me in front of her.
And so from there, I was sent to the nurse to get a new fresh shirt they had for me while she went crying towards the girl's bathroom down the hall.
When I said, 'I hope today is going to be a normal day' I didn't ask for this."
2/15/17
I shut off my light lamp next to me and headed off to bed.
Thursday.
I opened my eyes to the wind blowing through my bedroom window while the branches from the trees blew from side to side. I slipped out of my bed, looked halfway down from my bed; yes, I was that lazy to get up from my bed, took out my slippers that were half the other side of my bed, got up and headed for the bathroom.
I finished up eating the last piece of pancakes, headed upstairs, brushed my teeth and headed out to the front doors of my house and to the bus stop up the hill.
I got up the hill to see the blonde lady that spilled juice all over my shirt the other day. I guess we can say that she was ashamed to see me going up the hill when she perfectly knows that she spilled juice on my shirt yesterday at school. I walked right past her and stood about 25 feet apart from her to make sure she knows that I wasn't happy with her.
I somehow still felt shame inside of me on the ride to school and re-thought of my words that were going on inside of me. But when you have an entire cafeteria looking straight at you, it's really hard for people to forget that kind of stuff whenever they see you.
I stood there, having a harry potter book cover my face as everyone else did their work for other classes they had. I still felt shame that everyone in this homeroom I was in knew about the insisted that happen during lunch. I wish I had some kind of powers to make everyone forget about what happen and never talk about it again.
I spotted Super talking to the math teacher I had outside of our homeroom. He those types of person that like to get everything done at the exact time it's assigned. I guess you can say from there, I stayed silent for the rest of homeroom time.
Wolfie-
I had this weird dream that I tripped over a metal bar at lunch and that I spilled juice on that kid that lives next door to me. In that scenario, everyone was looking straight at us while he and I had faces that were redder than the color red itself. I thought that this was all a dream when I remember the tears coming out of me when I rushed towards the bathroom.
This just made my day go bad.
My hair was a mess when I got out of bed which isn't really a surprise to me. It's always around my face whenever I get out of bed which is one of the things I hate about being a girl in the winter. I always put on a hat when I got outside cause my mom thinks that my head will "Freeze," if I don't have a hat on which if you ask me, it sounds stupid.
I ate my eggs with ham my mom left for me before going to her business work every single day except Saturdays at 6 in the morning. My brother was in college so we don't see each other that much, only in the holidays.
I packed my things up for school, locked the doors to my house and headed up the hill towards the bus stop.
I was one of the first people to arrive at the bus stop. The wind started to pick up as more people started to arrive at the bus stop. Them, there was that person; the person that I spilled orange juice on. At that point, my face turned red while I tried to hide that red but I guess he got the hint that I was ashamed to see him cause it only took him one look to see that I was ashamed of him.
After doing so, the bus ride to school wasn't that happy-dappy, unlike other days. Instead of texting one of my friends back at my old home, I was here sitting, thinking how stupid I was to spilled juice on his shirt. Not to mention, everyone making fun of me.
During the minutes of staying in homeroom before starting off the day, Dream spotted me from the corner of her eyes and saw that I wasn't doing so good from the instance that happened yesterday at lunch. "Ay Wolfie, still upset about yesterday?" I didn't say anything but now that I think of it, saying nothing would just make them talk more to me. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happens.
Right after Dream gave me some tips on how to cheer up, potato came out of nowhere, carrying her bathroom on her right hand. "Hay! What's up in this homeroom eh?" But sadly for her, some of the people around us heard her, giving her a dirty look. "Sorry."
She took a few minutes to calm down before going towards me and telling me what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong" Sounding like an 8-year old that has something going on in their minds. "Well, telling by your face, something is going on. You usually don't act like this around us."
Trapped. It's like my friends knew every single card I had as an excuse to not talk to them which is kinda good if you ask me. That means that they know a lot about you which is what makes them a great friend to you and you know it by heart.
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Characters In The Story:
@Shive (Point of view of 2/4 of the chapter)
@~Wolfie~ (Point of view of 2/4 of the chapter)
@xPotatqx
@xDreaminq
Ye, I got lazy yesterday and fell asleep during the writing. So I didn’t post chapter 5 yesterday. Sorry .p.
