Diary of a Popular Kid
by Little panda-chan
beta-ed by A Little Birdie Tells Me
Chapter 1
SEPTEMBER
Tuesday
So let me get this straight: popular kids never write diaries, I mean journals. Yet, here I'm the most popular kid in my grade and stuck with a useless piece of book! But what you really should know is that, I'm not doing this willingly. I was forced to do this by my mom. According to her, "Writing diaries is the best way to clear your mind and to express your feelings."
Ha, ha, ha! Very funny! Feelings! Seriously! When I heard mom saying that I was pretty sure she was kidding. Okay, perhaps if she gave me a digital notebook or some other gadget, it might not have been so bad. But when she actually handed me an old-fashioned book with a 'DIARY' written on top, my smile faded. Suddenly I knew she was not kidding at all and was hundred percent serious. I felt like somebody hit me on the head with a 50kg weighing dumbbell.
Then I remembered my elder brother, Rodrick, who is pretty popular as well, once saying, "Only wimps write diaries."
Me?
A wimp?
NOOOO...!
That simply can't be!
Wednesday
This diary thing is becoming a nightmare for me. And by 'nightmare', I mean literally.
Last night I kept tossing around in bed, unable to go to sleep. Because there was only one thing ringing in my ears: "Greg, you're a wimp!" "Greg, you're a wimp!" "Greg, you're a wimp!" And finally when I went to sleep, it was almost dawn.
That was the most disturbing night I've ever had. I kept opening my eyes every now and then and drinking water from the bottle on my bed-side table. In fact, I drank so much of water that, I'm pretty sure I've made some kind of a record of going to the bathroom the most number of times in one night. You'll have to admit that's irritating!
So, because of the restless night yesterday, I arrived at school today in a very cranky mood. And the couple of kids who ran up to me badgering with their silly questions as soon as I entered the hallway, didn't do anything to improve my mood either. I tried to ignore them as best as I could.
"Hey Greg."
"Hm."
"What's up man?"
"Hm."
"I called you during the summer, the maid said you were out...?"
"Hm."
"Hi! How are you, Greg?"
"Hm."
"How was summer?"
"Hm."
"Are you excited about the first day of middle school?"
"Hm?"
"Don't tell me you have forgotten that today's the first day of middle school!"
Actually, I did forget. The diary issue has been disturbing me so much that the important fact that today was the first day of middle school escaped my mind entirely. But I wasn't going to admit it, was I?
"Get the hell out of my face. I don't have time for you. You people are acting like some desperate bunch of journalists, weirdoes."
Luckily just then I met my best bud Bryce Anderson. He is just as popular as I am. We stood there talking about what latest video games we bought and what latest computer games we played and what latest weirdoes we met. After about fifteen minutes, the bell rang and we walked to our classroom together.
As soon as we entered, the noise in the classroom died down. The students stared at us and then broke out into chatters.
"Hey look it's Greg!"
"Is that Bryce with him?"
"Oh forget him. Look at Greg, he's so stylish and cool!"
"Check out his jacket, it totally suits him!"
"Do you know what happened the other day? I met Greg at the supermarket! He was standing only ten yards away from me!"
I totally know that that's not true. Why will I even go to the mall? That's just crazy. We've lots of maids and butlers whose job is to make sure that they buy whatever we need. But nowadays, the people are making so many things and you can't figure out what's true and what's not.
I just dumped my bag on the nearest empty seat and sat down. Looking around to see which people are lucky enough to sit next to me, I was truly disheartened. I was really hoping that it would be one of the popular girls from my grade like Holy Hills or Susan Collin.
But this was so not my day, because this is what I found:
Sitting to my right was a weird kid named Rowley, who was grinning like there's no tomorrow. Chirag Gupta, the really short Indian kid was seated at my back. Jason Brill sat in front of me. But what really horrified me was Fregely sitting to my left. He is the weirdest kid in our entire neighborhood and he was making this strange sound... I tried not to look at him because he is the one who gives me the creeps!
But anyways, I'd to spend a whole period with the odd sitting arrangement, all the while I was trying to spot any other empty seat in the classroom. Because any seat that was not next to Fregely was all that I could ever ask.
But clearly this wasn't my day because before I could change my seat, this is what the teacher came in and said, "Students, I hope you all like where you are sitting, because these are your permanent seats for the whole year."
Great! Just great! That means I would have to deal with Fregely's creepiness every single day of the whole freaking year! Guess, middle school is not turning out to be so lucky for me after all.
A/N: This is my second story. It would mean a lot to me if you would leave a review.