Before I start, this was really a diary entry also Kiss Ch 5 is almost done, I know I keep saying that but I'm starting to think the story isn't making any sense. It's just that, it's hard for me to get to the point and make chapters interesting.  ̄へ ̄

But do not fret my dear friends, ch 5 will be posted today!

Disclaimer: Hi Craig, I'm sorry you have to deal with bad authors like me... Please don't hate meh ╯﹏╰


Spring, Second Semester, third quarter...))

April 23 20-14- (15)

Dear Diary,

I hate going to family outings with unfamiliar relatives...

I didn't want to meet Mitch's 's new very pretty girlfriend.

I didn't want to be sitting uncomfortably beside my grandpa.

And most of all, I didn't want to feel like a bum in a 'big' event for my grandmother.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my grandma, I just don't like being uncomfortable. There's something about reuniting with people I haven't been with in months that make me feel weird...

Out of place even...

So when I walked into the pizzeria ready to dive into a pizza buffet, I was not expecting aunt Bellum to be sitting all pretty in the corner.

I basically had to squeeze through the thin aisle (God, why did they have to be so thin!) just to get to an uncomfortable tight corner with a family I just barely knew. One guy had a familiar round face. I instantly remember him, he came over to my grandma's house once to play uno. He's pretty cool, then there was his little brother looking just about as scared as I was standing beside him.

I'm pulled over to the side by my shirt and I looked to see my friend Mitch introducing me to his "new" girlfriend.

Is it just me, or was he seriously hooking up with a girl every other week. Her name rings a bell. It's Brittany. Oh yeah. She's the girl who everyone at Townsville High talks about on facebook because she's in a relationship with a /white / guy and she's /black/. Little did she know that the attention was going to last about a week or two before she's tossed aside. But instead of being rude and breaking her heart, I politely smile and nod my head at her like a good girl...

...she doesn't even look back.

I continue to force my way through the aisle when another set of arms grab me and embrace me. My instincts scream 'HUG! IT'S A HUG! REJECT! REJECT! SKIN ON SKIN CONTACT HAS BEEN FIRED! AUGHHHHHH! '

But I return the hug instead because it's polite and I know it's Aunt Bellum. She's smell like sweet vanilla and some other sweet candy. She smells amazing, like she just took a fresh shower and rolled naked in a bunch of sweets. I wonder if she can smell me? Personally, I smell like a heap of men's deodorant because that's the only thing Professor can afford at the time. She doesn't seem to care though, she puts on this huge fake smile, squeezes me for a second then letting go to hug the person behind me. Me and Aunt Bellum don't have a close relationship. She spends more time caught up in Bubbles love life.

"I walk down to the very end of the pizzeria and spot my grandfather sitting at a table with a glass of water half empty. I hug him before anyone else to show him how much I love him. He barely wrapped his arms back around me, almost like he doesn't want to hug me. I wouldn't blame him, I look like shit. (and I probably smelled like it too.)

Me: Hey Grandpa!

Him: Hey... Girl

Buttercup. My name is Buttercup! How come he can never get my name right. He always get my sisters name right. Well, Bubbles is an easy name to remember. But Buttercup is too!

Whatever..

He's been calling me Butterball since day one.

I step aside and the lady behind me steps up to hug my grandfather.

Anonymous : Hey, Mr. Utonium

My grandpa : Jackie! Now this is a hug worth standing up for!

Really...

He wants to hug some random lady who's not even related to him rather than his own granddaughter. But, I don't say anything because that's polite and that's what good little girls do.

I stood in a packed corner waiting for someone to bring extra chairs because they had already ran out of them. My two sisters Blossom and Bubbles joined me. Professor was starting his way through the aisle also. He giggled and punched the anonymous lady light heartedly on the shoulder after telling one of his stupid jokes. Professor is always trying to be the life of the party when it came to gatherings. He'd pick on people and say "adult" jokes and be humorous about the event itself. I think it's pretty annoying. But... No one's stopping him from telling them.

This pale looking waitress finally comes to give us some chairs. If I could thank him, I would, because there is nothing more awkward than a group of people staring at you for not having a seat. Instead I quietly sit my seat down and sit there watching the pale dude talk to Professor .

He says something about not having anymore seats and how they had plenty of opened seats down the table my grandfather was sitting at. Professor turned to my sisters and gave them the look

The look means, read my mind and do as I say before you get hurt. In this case the look means, sit beside grandpa whether you want to or not because I don't want to.

If you don't listen to the look three things will happen:

1.) You'll be lectured on the ride home (which leads to death.)

2.) You'll be screamed at for hours (Which leads to death)

3.)You'll be left with having to do chores including washing dishes (Which is THE WORST death. Actually the lecturing will probably be included so it'd be the slow but very painful death.)

Personally I'm thankful for not receiving the look in this situation because I don't want to sit by grandpa. So instead of saying something to ruin my chances, I avoid Bubbles pouty face and stare at the wall behind Professor. My siblings end up leaving and I sit beside Professor happily.

Professor: Scoot over.

Me: what.

Professor : We need to make room for the Well's family.

Me: *Spots grandpa five feet away* But-

Professor: *The look*

Me : *reluctantly scoots over.*

Now I'm squished between Professor and grandpa. Great.

Every time my arm on the left moves, it graces against grandpa's rough old skin. I hate when that happens. I ended up having to sit stiff so I wouldn't be touching my own grandfather. I was practically sharing a seat with Professor.

please...

Please...

PLEASE...

Let this event start so I can go home.

Suddenly this old Betty makes her way in front of the room holding a folder of papers and a book. I figure, she must be the teacher who teaches my grandma which is crazy because my grandma was once a teacher and my grandma's old. (But she looks young and iluhyougrandma)

I cross my arms and accidentally touch grandpa's elbow.

Oh shoot! I didn't mean to do that!

The lady begins to speak. She speaks very slowly like that slug from Monsters inc. You know, the one who'd say something like :

"Wazoski... You didn't file your paperwork last night. "

Anyway, I wanna sleep, because her talking makes me tired. She talks for ages about the nurses (because the nurses were graduating into a bigger field of nursing I guess) and I zone out until my grandma walks up. I can tell in her beautiful old eyes, she was going to say something with wisdom.

Grandma : I bought gifts for everybody!

Nurses : Yay!

Oh yeah, my grandma is the best!

My grandma goes on to saying how she got everyone different gifts because each person was unique to her. She told the audience little funny stories about working with the younger girls because it isn't easy working with youngins who just graduated high school. There was this one story she told about one of the nurses having a bad day, so the other nurses and my grandma rode up and down the elevators to scare other nursing students. It cheered the girl up and it sounded pretty epic.

Long story, short; everyone was in tears. Not tears of pain, but joy and happy memories. I could tell my grandma was the best student out of all of the nurses. Everyone had some good news about her.

Even the teacher was crying about missing grandma.

After the graduation, it was time to eat. I couldn't wait to dive into that delicious pizza! But wait! I can't, because we have frigging school tomorrow. Thank you school for ruining my life life, I can't even enjoy pizza.

-Sincerely Buttercup Utonium