Summary: Four years later, the band broke up back in sixth grade when
Lawrence moved away and Freddy quit. Katie is now fourteen and starting
ninth grade but things aren't going too well for her. Her parents have just
split up and all her friends are growing up. A K&F romace.
Dear Diary,
things are going from bad to worse. Ninth grade is a HUGE dissapointment. I mean, it's High School I thought it was going to be a huge deal but it's not, it's just like middle school without the younger kids. There are some older kids though, a lot older. Real adults who can vote and drive and are turning eighteen. It's a bit intimidating at times.
Summer has already made friend with a group of tenth graders in debate club and Michelle has spoken to some seniors in Cheerleading Tryouts. I don't know why Michelle wanted to be a cheerleader, afterall, she does nothing but complain about some of the Sophmroe cheerleaders with dyed hair in short skirts. But then as soon as the notice for a Freshman int he squad, she was first to show up at try outs. She didn't get it though, I didn't expect her to all the same.
I was kind of shocked when I got told who did get on the squad, Marta! Michelle folded her arms and said the only reason they picked Marta was becasuie she was small and easy to throw in the air and catch. I thought it probably had something to do with the fact she's a gymnast.
"Katie! Are you even paying attention?" asked Mrs. Baker form the front of the classroom. I folded up my diary quickled and slid it into my pocket.
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"Yes Mrs. Baker," I said, sitting straighter and staring ahead. Mrs, Baker sighed heavily and returned to the sum she was writing out on the board. I felt a sharp poke in my bakc and spun around to see Freddy.
"Hey, what were you writing there?" he asked curiously. I blushed red and ran my fingers through my hair nervously.
"Oh, it's nothing," I said, palcing one hand over ym diary protectively.
"Yes it was, you were off on another planet. Do you write poems and stuff?" asked Freddy, snekaing a glance at my pocket.
"No, nothing like that, it's just a diary."
"Oh, it's private, I guess."
"You got it."
"Katie Shaw! Turn around this instant!" shouted Mrs. Baker, who had just noticed I was talking to Freddy. I blushed again and turned around to face the front of te classroom.
"Mrs. Bake,r it wasn't Katie's fault, it was me. I was pestering her," lied Freddy, taking all the blame.
"Well leave her alone please Freddy," said Mrs. Baker, sighing. I smield to my self, making a mental note to thank Freddy as soon as I had the chance. I took out my diary and began to write again.
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Freddy just took the blame for me tlaking in class. That's such a nice thing. I've known Freddy since Kindergarten, but I didn't know he was that friendly. I mean, he's hot but I didn't realise he was so kind. Hold on, am I developing a crush on Freddy Jones?
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"Come on, let me see!"
Without warning, a hand shot out and took my diary from my hands. Oh no. My heart stopped beating a I screwed uo my face, not daring to turn around to see Freddy's reaction.
"Katie....I....I don't know what to say," he said, plaicng the diary back on my desk. Why hadn't he just pretended not to read it? I knew I was blushing red again and I couldn't help it.
The bell suddenly ran whislt I was mid-thought and we all packed away our belongings. I headed straight for the door, desperate to avoid confrontation with Freddy. But I was too slow, Freddy caught up with me.
"Listen, Katie.......er.......the feeling's mutual," he said in a rush, before running down the corridor and catching up with Zack. Mutual? I was no idiot, I knew what that meant. I just didn't know what to do about it.
Dear Diary,
things are going from bad to worse. Ninth grade is a HUGE dissapointment. I mean, it's High School I thought it was going to be a huge deal but it's not, it's just like middle school without the younger kids. There are some older kids though, a lot older. Real adults who can vote and drive and are turning eighteen. It's a bit intimidating at times.
Summer has already made friend with a group of tenth graders in debate club and Michelle has spoken to some seniors in Cheerleading Tryouts. I don't know why Michelle wanted to be a cheerleader, afterall, she does nothing but complain about some of the Sophmroe cheerleaders with dyed hair in short skirts. But then as soon as the notice for a Freshman int he squad, she was first to show up at try outs. She didn't get it though, I didn't expect her to all the same.
I was kind of shocked when I got told who did get on the squad, Marta! Michelle folded her arms and said the only reason they picked Marta was becasuie she was small and easy to throw in the air and catch. I thought it probably had something to do with the fact she's a gymnast.
"Katie! Are you even paying attention?" asked Mrs. Baker form the front of the classroom. I folded up my diary quickled and slid it into my pocket.
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"Yes Mrs. Baker," I said, sitting straighter and staring ahead. Mrs, Baker sighed heavily and returned to the sum she was writing out on the board. I felt a sharp poke in my bakc and spun around to see Freddy.
"Hey, what were you writing there?" he asked curiously. I blushed red and ran my fingers through my hair nervously.
"Oh, it's nothing," I said, palcing one hand over ym diary protectively.
"Yes it was, you were off on another planet. Do you write poems and stuff?" asked Freddy, snekaing a glance at my pocket.
"No, nothing like that, it's just a diary."
"Oh, it's private, I guess."
"You got it."
"Katie Shaw! Turn around this instant!" shouted Mrs. Baker, who had just noticed I was talking to Freddy. I blushed again and turned around to face the front of te classroom.
"Mrs. Bake,r it wasn't Katie's fault, it was me. I was pestering her," lied Freddy, taking all the blame.
"Well leave her alone please Freddy," said Mrs. Baker, sighing. I smield to my self, making a mental note to thank Freddy as soon as I had the chance. I took out my diary and began to write again.
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Freddy just took the blame for me tlaking in class. That's such a nice thing. I've known Freddy since Kindergarten, but I didn't know he was that friendly. I mean, he's hot but I didn't realise he was so kind. Hold on, am I developing a crush on Freddy Jones?
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"Come on, let me see!"
Without warning, a hand shot out and took my diary from my hands. Oh no. My heart stopped beating a I screwed uo my face, not daring to turn around to see Freddy's reaction.
"Katie....I....I don't know what to say," he said, plaicng the diary back on my desk. Why hadn't he just pretended not to read it? I knew I was blushing red again and I couldn't help it.
The bell suddenly ran whislt I was mid-thought and we all packed away our belongings. I headed straight for the door, desperate to avoid confrontation with Freddy. But I was too slow, Freddy caught up with me.
"Listen, Katie.......er.......the feeling's mutual," he said in a rush, before running down the corridor and catching up with Zack. Mutual? I was no idiot, I knew what that meant. I just didn't know what to do about it.