Author's Note: Hey everybody, how are you all? This is my very first Degrassi fic. Everything else that I have written has been a Harry Potter fiction, and if you like HP too, just go to my profile and check out some of those fics. I warn you that this probably won't be very impressive. It's kind of short too.
Dear Journal,
I
feel really strange today. Actually, I've felt this way for the
past month or so now. One second, I feel fine, and the next, my anger
gets the best of me and I go around yelling and throwing stuff. Just
yesterday, I nearly kicked my dresser to pieces, and about a week ago
was when I went ballistic on my mother. I'm afraid something will
happen at school. It's bad enough that it happens at home,
especially to my poor mom. I screamed; kicked her couch. I slammed
the plate with my supper on it into the garbage. The plate shattered,
and of course, the food was ruined. I told her I hated her and
didn't appreciate anything she did for me, because it wasn't
worth my time. I told her I should just shoot myself and put her out
of her misery, since, you know, I "never" hang up my clothes or
clean my room. She cried and asked me to calm down, said we could
talk. But I just ran into my room and locked the door. If I do
something this bad at school, I'll have no friends, I could be
expelled. Imagine what that would do to mom…
So anyway, I was watching this girl Terri yesterday. She's in my English class. I think she's probably the only girl in our grade that I find myself attracted to. She's a little heavier, but she has great lips, and really smooth looking hair. Emma's not bad too, but she seems a little stuck up or something. Maybe I'm wrong though, you never know. Of course, I don't know what the probability of anyone being attracted to me is. It's all because of my stupid looks. Which is all Mom's fault. I've been begging her for contacts for months, she doesn't think we can afford them. If you look around, like, none of the guys at Degrassi wear glasses regularly. Do they all have contacts or what? Mom says there are tons of people with glasses, but not at my school. Spinner doesn't wear them. Jimmy doesn't wear them. So I'm a nerd with them. And my hair. Mom's had it long since I was like, 3 maybe. She's so stuck on it that she doesn't want me to cut it short.
Well, I'm off to
do my homework now… Rick
Murray