Summary: I'm Sonny Munroe, a normal 16 year old girl from Wisconsin. Mom thought it'd be good for me to have a diary where I can write down all my wacky thoughts. But ever since I got you, things have gone bad. A snobby actor dude moved here from Hollywood, I have to work with my sworn enemy, and worse, I CAN'T FIND MY SOCKS!
I was thinking today about what if Sonny had never become an actress and she kept a diary about her life in Wisconsin, and this is what I came up with! ^^ In this story, though, So Random! never existed. Nico, Grady, and Zora won't be in here either, because they wouldn't have any purpose if they were in the story. But we'll see, I might change my mind.
So seeing as this was just a random idea I came up with for fun, I'll probably only write when I feel in the mood for it, so don't expect any quick updates. I'm focusing mostly on New Girl on Set, though, like my other story, I intend to finish this one, too, no matter how long it takes.
Yes, there will be Channy. Because no SWAC story is complete without Channy! (just my opinion)
Beware: Sonny will ramble. I actually have a diary myself, and I sure as heck ramble in mine.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize in this story probably doesn't belong to me, no matter how much I want it to.
September 4
Dear diary...
I can't believe Mom made me get a diary. I really can't believe it. I told her specifically that I was fine without one, that I could remember everything that happened in my life without writing it down. I mean, come on. I don't even have a very interesting life. It's not like anything's going to happen that I need to write about.
But Mom said that with a diary, I'd be able to write down my innermost thoughts and feelings, be able to show my love for all sorts of things that matter most to me without even telling anyone...
To which I replied for about the fourth time, "Mom, I don't want a diary."
Then she told me if I didn't get one she'd ground me.
Although my mom is totally awesome, she can be so, so cruel.
Which is why I'm now sitting on my bed, writing in you.
I mean, I guess I can see where Mom's going with this. With you, I can write down all the weird and random ideas I get every day. I can blabber on and on about the least important things ever, and you wouldn't care because you're just a book with blank pages. An inanimate object.
Like, I could talk about... bees! Yeah, I could rant about bumblebees and how they're annoying buzzing freaks me out so bad that I want to run away screaming every time I see or hear them. I could write a whole paragraph about how much I hate bees, and it wouldn't matter to you at all.
Yeah, I can see it. Hmm. My mom actually had a good idea. It helps when you look on the bright side of things, doesn't it? Guess the four bucks I paid for you didn't go to waste after all!
Oh, I just realized, you don't even know who I am. I probably don't need to introduce myself, seeing as it's not like you can greet me or anything... but whatever. I'll tell you about myself anyway, just for the heck of it.
I'm Sonny Munroe, a normal, typical 16 year old girl from Wisconsin. Actually, my name's Allison, but everybody I know calls me Sonny (unless it's the head cheerleader, who decided years ago that she hated me and has decided to use my real name when talking to me to annoy me. More about her later). It suits me, because I'm usually always cheerful and optimistic. Like the sun. Get it? Heh...
So I've lived in Wisconsin my whole life. It's just my mom and me. My dad left us when I was really young. I don't remember him at all. But you know, that's ok, because I don't even want to remember him. He was probably a big jerk to have left us like that. I really hate jerks. Yeah, I'm basically saying I hate my dad. And you rarely hear me saying that, since I'm a pretty forgiving person and don't hold grudges against people. But he deserves it! If he'd cared, he would've stayed with us, simple as that.
Ahem. Anyway. Enough about that guy. I'll tell you about my mom now!
All you've heard about her so far is that she forced me to buy you. Well, she has the tendancy to force me to buy a lot of things, half of which I really don't want, but that's her only flaw. At least, I think it is. She's a lot like me, you know. I mean, she's happy, almost always looking on the bright side of things, and jokes around a lot. We rarely get into fights, and when we do, we get over it really quickly.
Mom's in her mid-thirties, but she still looks pretty young. To me, anyway. Not just on the outside, but on the inside, too. Personality wise.
Yeah, so she's the best mom ever.
BOO YAH!
I felt like adding that in.
Hmm... I guess I should fill you in on school too, huh? Ok, then.
I go to the great Franklin High! Yes, it's absolutely fabulous! (*coff being sarcastic coff*)
All right, so it's not that fabulous. It's basically like any other high school. You know the type. (Oh, wait, you don't know... because you're an inanimate object. Gosh, Sonny, why is that so hard to remember?) Our school's one of those places where sports are a big deal. If you're not good at at least one sport, you're a loser.
I'm not very coordinated when it comes to sports. For some reason, the balls always seem to find their way to me during gym, like I'm some kind of magnet that's attracting them. Though I'm starting to suspect that the kids are throwing them at me on purpose. But I'm fairly decent at shooting hoops, so the school year isn't too particularly painful for me.
We're divided into the basic groups at your usual high school. There's the jocks, the high and almighty ones, who the cheerleaders worship. Then come the cheerleaders themselves, who take their place beside the jocks during lunch. Personally, I think they're worse than the jocks. They think they rule the school, and they're all high and mighty. Especially the head cheerleader, who I think I mentioned earlier. Tawni Hart. She moved here from California about four years ago after her parents divorced. Her mom wanted to get as far away as possible from Tawni's dad, so they came here. Tawni hates Wisconsin. How do I know this? Because at least twice a day she turns to her fellow cheerleaders and says loudly enough for anyone within three feet to hear, "I hate Wisconsin."
Did I mention she also tries to make my life a living hell? (Key word being 'tries'.)
Eh, never mind. I'm not even finished telling you about the groups of the school and I'm already ranting about the "queen bee". Blegh.
So next comes the popular people, which basically are the jocks and cheerleaders with the exception of some people who randomly became popular somewhere down the line; the kids from the drama department, who just loooovvveeee being the center of attention; the punks, goths, and emos; computer geeks, and nerds and brainiacs.
I'm not in any of those groups. Because being in a specific group is stupid. I mean, why is it that you have to be in a group anyway? It's not a law, so why does everyone do it? I'll never understand it...
But, like I said, I'm not in a group. At lunch, when all the jocks sit with the jocks, etc., etc., I sit at a table with my best friend, Lucy.
I've been best friends with Lucy since Kindergarten. We met when she lost her new box of crayons. She was all upset about it, and to cheer her up I gave her a lollipop.
Ah... what I wouldn't give for the good old days, when we were so young, so innocent and cute...
Anyway, Lucy and I stick close to each other. We don't care about the dumb status quo. I'm my own person and it's the same with her. We don't need some snobby populars to tell us who we are, because we already know who we are!
So HA!
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There's not much more I have to say about Franklin High. I could talk about the teachers, I guess, but... nah, I'll save it for tomorrow. It's the first day of school tomorrow, by the way. (Insert dramatic sigh here) Yay... can't wait...
Though I hope I'm in Mr. Pike's homeroom. He's pretty cool. For a teacher.
Oh, do you think I should tell Lucy about you? Although she's my best friend, she might laugh at me for having a diary.
...Just to be on the safe side, I think I'll keep you a secret for now. Diaries are supposed to be secret, right?
Oh my GOSH, I just randomly turned on the TV, and Victorious is playing! I love that show! I don't care what anyone says, it's totally awesome, and I have to watch it because apparently this is a new episode!
I'll write in you tomorrow diary, because after this I'm probably gonna hit the sack. Ciao!
Review please! Constructive criticism is appreciated. :3
