Post by shade. (admin) on Oct 22, 2013 21:59:02 GMT
OOC:
Real Story:
This is not my real diary. I write in my journal. I'm not a sissy, I don't have a diary, it's just.. My journal. I need something to rely on, something to write in, but trust me, this is not the truth, not at all. Well.. It's based of the truth. I say, letting the ink trail away on the page. I paused, thinking for a second. I have to start with something.... How about a name...? I tapped the pointed feather on the page a couple of times, making smears, but not caring. My name is Elspeth Fern.... I live in the prairies. There are no other name for them since they haven't been settled yet... Except by us. This is what I wish I was, and what I wish I wasn't, all squished into one little diary... *Ahem* One little Journal.
Chapter 1:
Written in diary:
Three things you should know. 1- I have no siblings. 2- I come from a school that revolves around being popular. 3- I am popular, and I act like a total flirt, although I hate myself for it. 4- I am not stupid, I don't tell anybody I have crushes, but of course I do, although, they don't know who they are. 5- I'm pretty much a genius, but I make a show of being stupid even though I'm not. The teacher's know this. The teachers hate this. 6- There's nothing more you should know. Not for now... I stopped for a second, I was writing in pen,and couldn't take anything back. Well, I couldn't erase anything. Take that back. I wrote by 6. One for thing you should know is I'm pretty, or too a boy, I'm hot. And our school, you would think that the 6th graders are 9th graders or something, we're hard core, hard core romance, hard core sports, everything. Don't be calling us the 6 lits or you'll get punched in the gut. Literally.
The First Day of School (The first Day of 6th Grade)-
I walk in. They say or school is huge. Yeeehhhh, no. Maybe for 40 minutes of the plains, yes, but for a school.... Ahem again, no. I'm wearing-and don't talk about it- pink stripes pants, the stripes going DOWN. And a DENIM jacket, with PINK PANTS! I absolutely hate mothers sometimes. If I wasn't already popular, I would be cornered day and night being teased. Since, I gotta tell you, I had long legs and was skinny, with blond hair. Long legs, down striped pants, those two don't go together. As I walked in, Luke raised his eyebrows and bumped into me slightly. "What's gotten into you girl? Those Pants? And I thought you were attractive." I smiled, Luke was a tease, he didn't ever mean it, and he wasn't the most popular people, the ones that might give me trouble, because he was a total nerd. He was great and tall and athletic and everything, but he got all A's and people knew it. That wasn't good, well, for your popularity, I mean.
`I smiled and set down my pencil, and flicked on the light, brainstorming. It produced a slight glow, illumining the room badly, but giving it a country feel. That was one of the things we had in common, the fact we lived on the plains. My room was wood, all wood, built by my dad.
(Wip)
Real Story:
This is not my real diary. I write in my journal. I'm not a sissy, I don't have a diary, it's just.. My journal. I need something to rely on, something to write in, but trust me, this is not the truth, not at all. Well.. It's based of the truth. I say, letting the ink trail away on the page. I paused, thinking for a second. I have to start with something.... How about a name...? I tapped the pointed feather on the page a couple of times, making smears, but not caring. My name is Elspeth Fern.... I live in the prairies. There are no other name for them since they haven't been settled yet... Except by us. This is what I wish I was, and what I wish I wasn't, all squished into one little diary... *Ahem* One little Journal.
Chapter 1:
Written in diary:
Three things you should know. 1- I have no siblings. 2- I come from a school that revolves around being popular. 3- I am popular, and I act like a total flirt, although I hate myself for it. 4- I am not stupid, I don't tell anybody I have crushes, but of course I do, although, they don't know who they are. 5- I'm pretty much a genius, but I make a show of being stupid even though I'm not. The teacher's know this. The teachers hate this. 6- There's nothing more you should know. Not for now... I stopped for a second, I was writing in pen,and couldn't take anything back. Well, I couldn't erase anything. Take that back. I wrote by 6. One for thing you should know is I'm pretty, or too a boy, I'm hot. And our school, you would think that the 6th graders are 9th graders or something, we're hard core, hard core romance, hard core sports, everything. Don't be calling us the 6 lits or you'll get punched in the gut. Literally.
The First Day of School (The first Day of 6th Grade)-
I walk in. They say or school is huge. Yeeehhhh, no. Maybe for 40 minutes of the plains, yes, but for a school.... Ahem again, no. I'm wearing-and don't talk about it- pink stripes pants, the stripes going DOWN. And a DENIM jacket, with PINK PANTS! I absolutely hate mothers sometimes. If I wasn't already popular, I would be cornered day and night being teased. Since, I gotta tell you, I had long legs and was skinny, with blond hair. Long legs, down striped pants, those two don't go together. As I walked in, Luke raised his eyebrows and bumped into me slightly. "What's gotten into you girl? Those Pants? And I thought you were attractive." I smiled, Luke was a tease, he didn't ever mean it, and he wasn't the most popular people, the ones that might give me trouble, because he was a total nerd. He was great and tall and athletic and everything, but he got all A's and people knew it. That wasn't good, well, for your popularity, I mean.
`I smiled and set down my pencil, and flicked on the light, brainstorming. It produced a slight glow, illumining the room badly, but giving it a country feel. That was one of the things we had in common, the fact we lived on the plains. My room was wood, all wood, built by my dad.
(Wip)