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August
La Marché Avec Mystery
Sunday august 23rd
My bedroom
Raining
10:00 a.m.
Dad had Uncle Fred around, so of course they came up to see what I was doing. He's not really my uncle. Dad just makes me call him that to make him feel special. 'Uncle' Fred thinks I'm still just some little kid. I feel like every time he cracks some dumb joke about his baldhead, I should scream "I'm fourteen years old, I wear a bra for Christ's sake. I know it practically hangs there, because I hardly need it, and it flops around when I run for the bus, but the womanly potential is still there.
Still in my room
Still raining
Still Sunday
11:30 a.m.
I don't see why my parents won't let me have a lock on my door. Every time I suggest anything in this house people start shaking their heads and touting. Its like a house full of chickens dressed in cloths.
When I asked my mom why she wouldn't let me have the lock she answered, "You might have an accident."
I looked at her like she was crazy, "Mom, you and dad have super strength. If I did have an accident I don't think a little lock on my door is going to stop you from getting in."
She just tutted at me and walked away.
What is the matter with my family? They just don't want me to have a lock on my door because I'm getting older and they know their going to have to eventually get on with their lives and leave me alone.
Still Sunday
11:35 a.m.
There are 6 things very wrong with my life:
1) I have one of those under-the-skin zits that won't come up, but will just linger there for the next 2 years.
2) It's on my nose
3) I have a 3-year-old brother who may have peed somewhere in my room.
4) In 13 days the summer holidays are over and then its back to the hellhole that our parents call school.
5) I am very ugly and I belong in an ugly home.
6) I went to a party dressed as an olive.
11:40
Ok, I've decided to turn over a new leaf. I was flipping through mom's Cosmo, and I found an article about how to be happy, if you are unhappy (which I am).
The article is titled "Emotional Confidence," and what you have to do is Recall...Experience...and HEAL. So the first thing you do is think of a painful incident, and remember all the horrible detail about it... this is the Recall part. Then you 'Experience' all of the emotions again, and then your supposed to JUST LET IT GO.
2:00
Uncle Fred has finally gone, thank God. He actually asked me if I wanted to ride in the sidecar of his motorcycle. What did he want me to say?
"Oh yes, Uncle Fred, I'd love to go in your prewar sidecar, and with a bit of luck all of my friends will see me with some crazy, bald guy and that will be the end of my life. Thank you."
4:00
Goten came over, and we talked about that party that we went to. I blame him entirely for the worst night of my life. It may have been my idea to go as a stuffed olive, but he didn't do anything to stop me. In fact, he encouraged me. We made the costume out of chicken wire and green crepe paper- that was for the olive part. It had shoulder straps to keep it up, and I wore it over a green shirt and tights. For the stuffed bit we used a crazy color to die my hair and head and face and neck red... like a pimento. It was quite funny at the time. The difficulty was getting downstairs. I had to walk sideways to actually fit through the doors. When I finally got to the front door, I had to go back a change my tights because my cat Korrin, had one of his episodes.
He really is completely nuts. I was passing by in my stuffed olive costume and he leaped out from behind the curtains and attacked my tights, or 'prey'.
I couldn't break his hold on them, but in the end I managed to reach the broom and beat him off with it.
Then when I finally did get out the door, I couldn't fit in Dad's Volvo.
Dad said, "Why don't you take of the olive part and we'll stick it in the trunk.
Honestly, I thought. What is the point?
I said, "Dad, if you think I'm sitting next to you in a green T-shirt and tights, you're crazy."
He got all uptight like parents sometimes do,
"Well you'll have to walk then. I'll drive along with Goten in the car and you walk alongside."
I couldn't believe it, "If I have to walk, then why don't Goten and I just both walk there and forget about the car all together?"
He got all mad and started being unreasonable.
"You can't because I want to be sure of where you're going. I don't want you out wandering the streets at night."
"Oh yeah dad, I'm going to be wandering the streets dressed as a stuffed olive. What am I going to do, gate-crash cocktail parties?"
Dad was outraged, "Don't talk to me like that young lady, or else you won't be going out at all."
When we eventually did get to the party though (me walking, while dad drove along at 5 miles per hour) I had a horrible time. Everyone either laughed at me or ignored me. I danced a bit, but when I did things kept crashing to the floor around me. The host asked me to sit down, but that was useless to. In the end I waited outside for Dad to come back for Goten and me. Instead of walking I did stick the olive part in the trunk. We didn't speak on the way home.
Goten on the other hand had a great time. He said Princesses and Cat women and 'super models' surrounded him. Why did he have such a great time and not me?
11:00 p.m.
I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet.
Midnight
Oh God, I hope I'm not a lesbian!
12:10 a.m.
What do lesbians do, anyway?
So uh. . . did you like it? If any of you have read the book than you'll notice how similar it is. I tried to change it some, and I changed or took out some parts so it's not exactly the same. I know the characters aren't really themselves, and they aren't ever going to act like themselves in this story except for maybe Bra and Trunks and Marron. I had to make Goten, and Bra about the same age as Pan. I know its impossible but just play along okay? Well that's it. . . I've already got chapter 2 done so just give me some reviews and I'll post it. Please I like to hear what's wrong with the story, but don't review me saying how much it is like the book because I don't want to hear it. I all ready know!
P.s. Korrin is another character I changed. He's still a cat, but no he doesn't talk. He is a normal cat. Well I wouldn't say normal.
Ruka
August
La Marché Avec Mystery
Sunday august 23rd
My bedroom
Raining
10:00 a.m.
Dad had Uncle Fred around, so of course they came up to see what I was doing. He's not really my uncle. Dad just makes me call him that to make him feel special. 'Uncle' Fred thinks I'm still just some little kid. I feel like every time he cracks some dumb joke about his baldhead, I should scream "I'm fourteen years old, I wear a bra for Christ's sake. I know it practically hangs there, because I hardly need it, and it flops around when I run for the bus, but the womanly potential is still there.
Still in my room
Still raining
Still Sunday
11:30 a.m.
I don't see why my parents won't let me have a lock on my door. Every time I suggest anything in this house people start shaking their heads and touting. Its like a house full of chickens dressed in cloths.
When I asked my mom why she wouldn't let me have the lock she answered, "You might have an accident."
I looked at her like she was crazy, "Mom, you and dad have super strength. If I did have an accident I don't think a little lock on my door is going to stop you from getting in."
She just tutted at me and walked away.
What is the matter with my family? They just don't want me to have a lock on my door because I'm getting older and they know their going to have to eventually get on with their lives and leave me alone.
Still Sunday
11:35 a.m.
There are 6 things very wrong with my life:
1) I have one of those under-the-skin zits that won't come up, but will just linger there for the next 2 years.
2) It's on my nose
3) I have a 3-year-old brother who may have peed somewhere in my room.
4) In 13 days the summer holidays are over and then its back to the hellhole that our parents call school.
5) I am very ugly and I belong in an ugly home.
6) I went to a party dressed as an olive.
11:40
Ok, I've decided to turn over a new leaf. I was flipping through mom's Cosmo, and I found an article about how to be happy, if you are unhappy (which I am).
The article is titled "Emotional Confidence," and what you have to do is Recall...Experience...and HEAL. So the first thing you do is think of a painful incident, and remember all the horrible detail about it... this is the Recall part. Then you 'Experience' all of the emotions again, and then your supposed to JUST LET IT GO.
2:00
Uncle Fred has finally gone, thank God. He actually asked me if I wanted to ride in the sidecar of his motorcycle. What did he want me to say?
"Oh yes, Uncle Fred, I'd love to go in your prewar sidecar, and with a bit of luck all of my friends will see me with some crazy, bald guy and that will be the end of my life. Thank you."
4:00
Goten came over, and we talked about that party that we went to. I blame him entirely for the worst night of my life. It may have been my idea to go as a stuffed olive, but he didn't do anything to stop me. In fact, he encouraged me. We made the costume out of chicken wire and green crepe paper- that was for the olive part. It had shoulder straps to keep it up, and I wore it over a green shirt and tights. For the stuffed bit we used a crazy color to die my hair and head and face and neck red... like a pimento. It was quite funny at the time. The difficulty was getting downstairs. I had to walk sideways to actually fit through the doors. When I finally got to the front door, I had to go back a change my tights because my cat Korrin, had one of his episodes.
He really is completely nuts. I was passing by in my stuffed olive costume and he leaped out from behind the curtains and attacked my tights, or 'prey'.
I couldn't break his hold on them, but in the end I managed to reach the broom and beat him off with it.
Then when I finally did get out the door, I couldn't fit in Dad's Volvo.
Dad said, "Why don't you take of the olive part and we'll stick it in the trunk.
Honestly, I thought. What is the point?
I said, "Dad, if you think I'm sitting next to you in a green T-shirt and tights, you're crazy."
He got all uptight like parents sometimes do,
"Well you'll have to walk then. I'll drive along with Goten in the car and you walk alongside."
I couldn't believe it, "If I have to walk, then why don't Goten and I just both walk there and forget about the car all together?"
He got all mad and started being unreasonable.
"You can't because I want to be sure of where you're going. I don't want you out wandering the streets at night."
"Oh yeah dad, I'm going to be wandering the streets dressed as a stuffed olive. What am I going to do, gate-crash cocktail parties?"
Dad was outraged, "Don't talk to me like that young lady, or else you won't be going out at all."
When we eventually did get to the party though (me walking, while dad drove along at 5 miles per hour) I had a horrible time. Everyone either laughed at me or ignored me. I danced a bit, but when I did things kept crashing to the floor around me. The host asked me to sit down, but that was useless to. In the end I waited outside for Dad to come back for Goten and me. Instead of walking I did stick the olive part in the trunk. We didn't speak on the way home.
Goten on the other hand had a great time. He said Princesses and Cat women and 'super models' surrounded him. Why did he have such a great time and not me?
11:00 p.m.
I can already feel myself getting fed up with boys and I haven't had anything to do with them yet.
Midnight
Oh God, I hope I'm not a lesbian!
12:10 a.m.
What do lesbians do, anyway?
So uh. . . did you like it? If any of you have read the book than you'll notice how similar it is. I tried to change it some, and I changed or took out some parts so it's not exactly the same. I know the characters aren't really themselves, and they aren't ever going to act like themselves in this story except for maybe Bra and Trunks and Marron. I had to make Goten, and Bra about the same age as Pan. I know its impossible but just play along okay? Well that's it. . . I've already got chapter 2 done so just give me some reviews and I'll post it. Please I like to hear what's wrong with the story, but don't review me saying how much it is like the book because I don't want to hear it. I all ready know!
P.s. Korrin is another character I changed. He's still a cat, but no he doesn't talk. He is a normal cat. Well I wouldn't say normal.
Ruka