Disclaimer: I don't own ten things I hate about you or anything. That all belongs to somebody else. Insparation comes from my best friend, Kat. Yes, we are pathetic losers who assigned all the main characters in the movie out and we now call eachother by our character names.
A/N: This begins when the movie begins and includes parts of the ORIGINAL SCRIPT. So don't freak out if things are a bit diff. Than the movie. (AKA- suicide atempts.) And I use the time frame from the book. Assuming the Prom is May 11^th, just because I said so. I wrote this cuz mandella is and AWESOME character, but she seems left out at times...like in book. They don't even mention her in the end and LEAVE HER OUT of the cast pic. In the picuters in it. We are assuming Mandella carries this just about everywhere.
April 20^th, 1999, 9:30 a.m.
Sigh. Another day at Pauda High. And again, I am desolate without him. My one-and-only, the master of my universes. Shakespeare. One day I will join him. One day... And if today was anything like yesterday, the time might come sooner than I once expected.
- Mandella
April 20^th, 1999, 2^nd period: English for sophomores
Finally! I proclaimed my love for him. Yet no one believes me. I can't understand why. See I was sitting in English, convinced that today was the day and this was the hour. I was with the sophomores as one of my electives. They were discussing him, but horribly. I wanted to scream, and cry, and slap every one of those stupid irreverent slobs! Two things make me mad: Being alive (without William) and people who hate and /or think he is stupid. I was in a bad mood.
I decided that life wasn't worth the trouble, and that HE shouldn't need to wait any longer than absolutely necessary. So I started unraveling the wire from this journal. Not too much, just an inch or two. Then I proceeded to stab my right and left wrists. Unfortunately, I didn't succeed in very much, except for making my wrists hurt. As if sensing my bad mood, the sophomore English teacher called my name. I looked up from my scratched wrists. No blood. "Since you are assisting us," she told me, "you might as well comment.... I am assuming you read the assignment."
I almost began to laugh. The assignment? The three scenes? Ha. "Uh, yeah, I read it all."
The teacher didn't understand and gave me a skeptical look. "The whole play?" I went back to my wrist slitting. Only HE could understand.
"The whole folio." And I continued, in case she was as dense as I thought. "All the plays."
She really was. "You've read every play by William Shakespeare?" At the sound of his name, a chill went up my back. I love him so! But, obviously, I read every play by William. Billy. Bill. Will. HIM. But all I said was "Haven't you?" Ha, ha, ha. She had no comeback to that. She stuttered something, and turned to the next ignorant Will-hater.
Sigh. Converting the world to Shakespeare will take yet another day. I'll have to think of a slower way to die.
* Mandella
April 20^th, 1999, On the way home, 4:15 p.m.
It doesn't help my day that I happened to have "taught" Bianca's class. My best friend Katarina (Kat) should have made her sister read those three scenes, knowing that I was going to be in the classroom. But she didn't and I am appalled at her. Sigh.
I've learned something from Pauda's top three cheerleaders. A new way to die: Anorexia. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Really, it's a painful, horrible way to die, but it gives me more time to convert the people of today. Kat almost didn't notice, until after her whole speech with Mrs. Perky, our guidance councilor and romance novelist. Really, I've been sent to her because of my attempts to be with William, and she KILLS the word romance. William would be sympathetic. HE would care for me. He would love me. He would forget Anne Hathaway. I know I could make him.
But back to that day. Joey Donner, who has a ... history with Kat , comes by in his red convertible. I looked at him and bit my thumb. (A major insult in William's time... Like when Sampson bit his thumb at Abram in Romeo and Juliet) But Joey is so obsessed with himself that he doesn't notice. The two argue over clothing and Joey's modeling career. He sped away, after he obviously lost the argument. We got in the car to go home. Kat turns to me as she puts the keys in the ignition. "The people at this school are so completely foul."
I shrug. "You could always go with me. I'm sure William has some friends." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Bianca climb into Joey's car with her best friend, Chastity. Both girls giggled as Joey zoomed off. Hmmm.... I thought. " What a charming new development" I told Kat sarcastically.
And another thing. Patrick Verona, the High-School dropout is back. Many a rumor have been spread around: Live ducks, Spice girls, and who-knows what else. This no-eating thing didn't work. I got hungry. I'll stick around to see how this convict acts.
And why not? I still haven't converted the world yet.
- Mandella
April 20^th, 1999, in bed, 11:45 p.m.
Copied down sonnets 17 through 27 tonight. William is so talented. William. William. William. William...
-Mandella
April 23^rd, 1999, in AP calculus, 2:20 p.m.
As the teacher-dare I give him that much credit? After all, teacher's technecally should TEACH- writes formulas up on the white board, I write this in my little notebook. And I confess a ...well, confession. : Kat's last name is Stratford. Sware, no joke. Back in third grade, we weren't really friends. She was popular, I was not. Then, two years later, I found the Joy of William. And I began to research him. Thus, I found his birthplace : STRATFORD-Upon-Avon (also christened there, and retired there). I made a huge effort to become her friend, In hope that she would be my friend, and in doing so, I would get to know William better. Yes, it IS pathetic 5^th grade logic. Well, this effort was in vain, because I never became popular. In a twist of irony, as soon as I had given up on the whole 'popular' bit, our science teacher assigned us to work together on a huge project. While at eachother's houses so often, we became best friends. And have been ever since. Though I must
say, I think, although the school may not, she seems more 'herself' than when she was popular. And yes, I am her friend for her personality-not just for her name. After all "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." -Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2, Verse 43 and 44
* Mandella
A/N: This begins when the movie begins and includes parts of the ORIGINAL SCRIPT. So don't freak out if things are a bit diff. Than the movie. (AKA- suicide atempts.) And I use the time frame from the book. Assuming the Prom is May 11^th, just because I said so. I wrote this cuz mandella is and AWESOME character, but she seems left out at times...like in book. They don't even mention her in the end and LEAVE HER OUT of the cast pic. In the picuters in it. We are assuming Mandella carries this just about everywhere.
April 20^th, 1999, 9:30 a.m.
Sigh. Another day at Pauda High. And again, I am desolate without him. My one-and-only, the master of my universes. Shakespeare. One day I will join him. One day... And if today was anything like yesterday, the time might come sooner than I once expected.
- Mandella
April 20^th, 1999, 2^nd period: English for sophomores
Finally! I proclaimed my love for him. Yet no one believes me. I can't understand why. See I was sitting in English, convinced that today was the day and this was the hour. I was with the sophomores as one of my electives. They were discussing him, but horribly. I wanted to scream, and cry, and slap every one of those stupid irreverent slobs! Two things make me mad: Being alive (without William) and people who hate and /or think he is stupid. I was in a bad mood.
I decided that life wasn't worth the trouble, and that HE shouldn't need to wait any longer than absolutely necessary. So I started unraveling the wire from this journal. Not too much, just an inch or two. Then I proceeded to stab my right and left wrists. Unfortunately, I didn't succeed in very much, except for making my wrists hurt. As if sensing my bad mood, the sophomore English teacher called my name. I looked up from my scratched wrists. No blood. "Since you are assisting us," she told me, "you might as well comment.... I am assuming you read the assignment."
I almost began to laugh. The assignment? The three scenes? Ha. "Uh, yeah, I read it all."
The teacher didn't understand and gave me a skeptical look. "The whole play?" I went back to my wrist slitting. Only HE could understand.
"The whole folio." And I continued, in case she was as dense as I thought. "All the plays."
She really was. "You've read every play by William Shakespeare?" At the sound of his name, a chill went up my back. I love him so! But, obviously, I read every play by William. Billy. Bill. Will. HIM. But all I said was "Haven't you?" Ha, ha, ha. She had no comeback to that. She stuttered something, and turned to the next ignorant Will-hater.
Sigh. Converting the world to Shakespeare will take yet another day. I'll have to think of a slower way to die.
* Mandella
April 20^th, 1999, On the way home, 4:15 p.m.
It doesn't help my day that I happened to have "taught" Bianca's class. My best friend Katarina (Kat) should have made her sister read those three scenes, knowing that I was going to be in the classroom. But she didn't and I am appalled at her. Sigh.
I've learned something from Pauda's top three cheerleaders. A new way to die: Anorexia. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Really, it's a painful, horrible way to die, but it gives me more time to convert the people of today. Kat almost didn't notice, until after her whole speech with Mrs. Perky, our guidance councilor and romance novelist. Really, I've been sent to her because of my attempts to be with William, and she KILLS the word romance. William would be sympathetic. HE would care for me. He would love me. He would forget Anne Hathaway. I know I could make him.
But back to that day. Joey Donner, who has a ... history with Kat , comes by in his red convertible. I looked at him and bit my thumb. (A major insult in William's time... Like when Sampson bit his thumb at Abram in Romeo and Juliet) But Joey is so obsessed with himself that he doesn't notice. The two argue over clothing and Joey's modeling career. He sped away, after he obviously lost the argument. We got in the car to go home. Kat turns to me as she puts the keys in the ignition. "The people at this school are so completely foul."
I shrug. "You could always go with me. I'm sure William has some friends." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Bianca climb into Joey's car with her best friend, Chastity. Both girls giggled as Joey zoomed off. Hmmm.... I thought. " What a charming new development" I told Kat sarcastically.
And another thing. Patrick Verona, the High-School dropout is back. Many a rumor have been spread around: Live ducks, Spice girls, and who-knows what else. This no-eating thing didn't work. I got hungry. I'll stick around to see how this convict acts.
And why not? I still haven't converted the world yet.
- Mandella
April 20^th, 1999, in bed, 11:45 p.m.
Copied down sonnets 17 through 27 tonight. William is so talented. William. William. William. William...
-Mandella
April 23^rd, 1999, in AP calculus, 2:20 p.m.
As the teacher-dare I give him that much credit? After all, teacher's technecally should TEACH- writes formulas up on the white board, I write this in my little notebook. And I confess a ...well, confession. : Kat's last name is Stratford. Sware, no joke. Back in third grade, we weren't really friends. She was popular, I was not. Then, two years later, I found the Joy of William. And I began to research him. Thus, I found his birthplace : STRATFORD-Upon-Avon (also christened there, and retired there). I made a huge effort to become her friend, In hope that she would be my friend, and in doing so, I would get to know William better. Yes, it IS pathetic 5^th grade logic. Well, this effort was in vain, because I never became popular. In a twist of irony, as soon as I had given up on the whole 'popular' bit, our science teacher assigned us to work together on a huge project. While at eachother's houses so often, we became best friends. And have been ever since. Though I must
say, I think, although the school may not, she seems more 'herself' than when she was popular. And yes, I am her friend for her personality-not just for her name. After all "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." -Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2, Verse 43 and 44
* Mandella