This is my diary. This diary is to keep track of what happens when I go to La Push to live with my Aunt. Oh, by the way, I hate my aunt. She's a bitch.
About Me:
Name: Danny Cook
Age: 15
Birthday: 17/11/94
Sex: No thank you diary. But, I'm a girl.
Address: Haven't actually learnt it yet, La Push.
Write a little about yourself:
I want to die.
Actually, I think I might die from eating too much chocolate, or, I'll get run over by a bus.
March 3rd
Today was interesting, even though I'm not in La Push yet, I still have a week to go, my mother gave me a goodbye cake. I still have no idea why, seeing as I'm still here. My mums the normal type, nothing interesting. So, that's why I still have no idea why she got me the cake.
She also got me the CD I've wanted for ages. Like a goodbye gift. But I don't get that either. Anyway, I'll just tell you now, I'm probably going to waffle a lot in here. By waffle (in case I ever read this, then forget what I mean by it.) is just say loads of random stuff about, well, random stuff. Like the goodbye stuff. I could've just said today I did whatever I did, but I didn't start with that just to make this longer.
Anyway, today I woke up found my mum waiting with that goodbye cake, and the CD (the CD by the way is Dookie) had a strange conversation about plane safety. Personally, I think she thought I was leaving tonight. I then had toast with jam on it. I'm stick thin, but I eat like a pig. I bet my insides are actually dead, but, oh well. If I feel like eating chocolate, I'll find some and eat it.
I got dressed and went out to go drag my best friend, Evie out of her bed so we could go to school. I hate school. Just because me and Evie, and our other friends, John and Beccy are slightly different (by that I mean, were quite ummm… emoish, scene ect. and the rest are all jocks and cheerleader types.) they have to make fun of us. Not that I take any notice, it's that all the teachers think were dumb. And were in top set. Jesus, not fair much?
So, me and Evie got to school, we walk because I live two minutes away from her, and she lives two minutes away from the school. So, yeah, we got to school, waited until John and Beccy got here in the car with their dad. (oh, their twins by the way) School was shit. Just like always. The slag's who think their 'oh so pretty!' decided that they were going to throw a bucket of water over my head. Yay! And, guess who got in trouble. Yeah. Me. This is how it went:
Miss: "That's no way to dress for school young lady. Actually, that's no way to dress ever. Young girls should dress in pretty skirts and dresses in bright colours. Not your black clothes."
Me: "Oh yeah? What colour are my jeans?"
Miss: "Bright blue, I know, but, I said skirts and dresses. Like Shelby here." Shelby is the one who threw the water over me.
Me: "Excuse me if I'm right, but, I've just had a bloody bucket of water thrown at me! And she's the fucking bitch who threw it at me!" I got detention. For a month. Damn schools forgotten I'm leaving Next Wednesday. I'm actually quite tempted to borrow Beccy's hot pink, light blue and dark purple tutu for school tomorrow.
Anyway, after that, we ate our dinner, me still wet, my hair, being its awesome hair it is, dried perfectly straight. And obviously, Shelby just had to trip up by me, and cover me in chips.
Honestly, I thought stuff like this only ever happened on tv.
I went to the police after school, to tell them all that's happened. Here's what they said: "I'm sorry Daniel, but, we cannot do anything, tell one of your teachers about it." And with that, I lost it.
"You think I haven't already tried that! They all fucking hate me! Today, I had a bucket of water thrown over me, and I got in trouble for not dressing like the fucking bitch who did that to me! Then, she threw chips at me, by pretending to trip, because she jealous of my hair!" I shouted in the guys face. That was quite funny actually, he really seemed like he wanted to help me. Especially when he said:
"I'm sorry. But, you know, you could get her back. I'll stop you from getting into trouble." I fucking love this guy.
Anyway, I have to wait until tomorrow, and when she does something, I have to leave school immediately and go see him. Funny thing is, I still don't know his name.
March 4th
Today, I ended up going back to see the guy, who's name is Officer Guy. Who's last name is Guy? Honestly, that's just a little strange, right? Sad thing is, I left school at 8:55ish. School starts at 9:10. The little bitch. Honest. This is the conversation me and Officer Guy had:
Officer Guy: "Why do you think she does this to you?"
Me: "Because, well, I'm not a cheerleader like her, and I don't look up to her like most of the people in school do. She's jealous of my hair, I was having a piss when she and her 'friend' walked into the bathroom. She said 'Oh my god, have you seen that emo bitches hair? It's dead straight. Lucky bitch.' And, she used to like my friend John, but, he hates her. She blames that on me."
Officer Guy: "Oh. Well, that's bad, anyway, here's what we do. I can ask the school for safety reasons all the locker codes, tell you hers, you put something like vodka in it, then, when we come around to check, I'll find it. Now, I know I shouldn't do that, but, I'm a cool officer you see." At that I nodded. "I was bullied at school from a jock. I'm actually only 23 and I still dress like you." Changed my mind that did, not cool, but the best. "So, wanna do it?"
Me: "Hell yes."
So, he said I'd have to wait until Friday, but that's only tomorrow anyway. But he said because my locker is near hers, he's gonna ask to see me, then put it there himself. I do love this Guy.
What happened to you to make you leave at that time, I hear myself ask when I read over this again? Well, the little douche (And when I say little, I mean it. I'm 5' 8" and she's like 4' 9") tripped me up, took a photo, and is planning on putting it on the web. Not that I care, but she told a teacher that I was the one who tripped her up, and started crying in front of him.
I haven't told you why I'm moving away to La Push have I?
It's because my mum can't handle me. She thinks my aunt can.
Please R&R, This is my first FanFic.
Hope you enjoyed it :)