Being Popular
A/N: Jenny's Diary entry. Set Post Infamous/Pre Adored.
So...hi.
I know I haven't written much recently, but...you know. Well, actually you don't, so that's why I'm here.
So, it's Thanksgiving weekend, and after Yvonne's party (which was pretty blow out) I'm back in the loft. Trust me- nothing has changed. Wait, that's a lie. There's now mould growing on the bleach bottle.
Dan's still away at Evergreen and the house seems pretty quiet and empty, despite the after math of dad's 'Hare Krishna' party (The place stinks of turkey mess). I miss having someone to speak to. I mean, I know Dan and I weren't the closest two people, but... I don't know. It's like; I spend all this time at school, and spend the entire time thinking about the things at school and other people and looking good. But I never think about home, or the things I used to really like which now stand as unacceptable at Waverly. Like drinking tea with full fat milk in, or eating an entire pizza after a day at school. And I miss it. Sometimes I miss being a 'nobody', not having anyone care about what you ate, or what you wear. Gossip Girl was bad, but at least it wasn't every day making sure that you wore clothes that matched. At Waverly, everyone knows everything in a matter of seconds.
Don't get me wrong, I like being known. I'm finally no longer the silly little Jenny, the younger sister of weird Dan and social worshipper of Serena van der Woodsen. I have my own personality.
So now I'm hungry, so I'm going to walk to the bakers and buy a fresh pain au chocolat.
And no one will give me crap about it.
xoxo
A/N: If the grammar isn't perfect, sorry but it's written in diary form so it shouldn't be perfect (in my opinion, I may be wrong). R&R, please no flames. The favour will be returned. xoxo