June 9, 2009
Dear Diary,
Today was OK, I guess. For the last day of school, it was horrible. You'd thing I'd be a little more exciting, right? Ok, first off, Freddie didn't end up liking me, like I had planed. But oh well, it'll probable never happen. I guess I'll just have to wait. Maybe I should be nicer? But then that would ruin my rep. This is too hard. He thinks I hate him ,and he hates me too..I think?
I shut my diary and threw it on the ground. And just laid there. Laid there for about a half an hour until I got bored of thinking. I grabbed my phone and left for Carly's. Usually, I would tell my mom. But I was lost in my thoughts. Anyway, she doesn't care. Not that I care, though..
About 12 minutes later I arrived at the Bushwell Plaza apartment. I was about to knock on Carly's door, when Freddie walked out of his apartment.
"Puckett.." He groaned.
"Benson.." I groaned back. But some part of me wanted to smile and say "Hello".
We just were staring until I turned around and knocked on Carly's door.
"Come in!"
I walked in to find Spencer holding several molds of clay and Carly Just sitting on the chair by the computer monitor.
"Whatttss going on heree?" I laughed.
"Some fan asked for a sculpture of me, so I decided to let Spencer do it."
"Why didn't they ask for a sculpture of me?"I asked
"Oh, they did. I printed a picture of you from the computer."
"Why didn't you just call? I would've come."
"I did! SEVEN times! Check your phone.." She said
I take out my phone and look at it. "8 missed calls!"
"I only called you seven times.."
"Oh, the eighth if from Gibby." I say as I put my phone away.
"Aren't you gonna call him back?" She asked
"No one in the right mind would call Gibby back.."
"Righttt.." She said