The secret diary of Joanne Jefferson aged 16 ¾

A/N: Hey! Seeing as rent closes in… 1534 minutes, I thought I'd write something to try and cheer everyone up a bit, but then it just went angsty so sorry about that lol anyways I know it sucks that rent is closing an we're all gonna miss it loads : but I reckon the best way is to celebrate it, cos it's never gonna be gone forever. Go out tonight! Light someone's candle! Write one great song before you go! Jump over the moon! Ok enough with the appallingly bad use of rent lyrics. No day but today. Happy reading!

The secret diary of Joanne Jefferson aged 16 ¾

Now I've got this book open I don't really know what to write, my pens keep running out or breaking, or the ball point nib keeps getting stuck inside the plastic casing because I left them on the beach in the sand last year. Now all the tiny grains of rock are stuck up there and they make the spring twist and buckle until I have to throw them away and steal my brother's ink pen.

So now I've finally found a pen that works; this is the secret diary of Joanne Jefferson, high school student, straight A student actually, future lawyer, probable lunatic, and…

Never mind

Hmmm, likes and dislikes next maybe? I don't know what you're meant to put in a diary, then again I don't suppose it really matters, no one else is gonna read this, my friend, Jen, said that writing stuff down helps you figure things out, and I've got a hell of a lot of figuring out to do so I grabbed this empty red notebook from my dad's bookshelf and now here I am.

I could write about, school, but that's boring, too many exams, to much pressure

I could write about my friends?

Family?

But what if they read it?

No! I'll hide it in a place where only I can find it. This is just for me, no one else, for once, no one can give this piece of writing a grade, mark it out of twenty seven, or give me a detention if I don't write in it regularly, I could even make grammar mistakes if I wanted to, no, wait, forget I said that.

So anyway, likes

Likes

Likes

Likes

I like…. School I guess

I like music

I like baking cookies

I like getting up early when there's no one else around and enjoying the quiet before the madness of a new day starts

I like to sing

But I really

Really

Really

Like,

Jennifer

There ok I said it, I like her, I really like her, I'm gushing like and idiot but I think it might be love

This is the diary of Joanne Jefferson, high school student, straight A student actually, future lawyer, probable lunatic, and lesbian.

It feels good to finally say it, I think.

I don't know what to do, should I tell my parents, they'd kick me out for sure; wouldn't they? they even banned me from watching my favourite soap after one of the characters came out. Not one pupil out of the 2450 in my all girls' high school is gay, at least if they are, they're not letting on. Before I new I liked girls the only time I'd ever heard the word 'lesbian' was when one of the girls in my history class decided to strike up a conversation about how the whole thing made her feel sick. I stopped sitting with them after that.

Jen doesn't take art, so I've been on my own on the table in the corner for the whole semester. But there's a whole load of newbies coming into my class this year, maybe I'll find someone to sit with? I've known Jen since kindergarten, I've never really needed anyone else. She's funny, smart, she's got these gorgeous big brown eyes and long dirty blonde hair. And a boyfriend. His name's Steve.

I've gotta get out of here. Escape to the big city, bright lights, a thousand faces, people who accept you for who you are. But right now, I'm scared, I've never felt like this before. And there's no one to talk to. Jen would hate me, and before you know it, it'd be all over school and I'd be beaten up again against the back wall of the science block.

I hate this place! This stuffy, closed-minded middle class hell. Anyone different just gets cast aside, you can't say anything without causing raised eyebrows or shocked faces. I just want to be free. I'll probably read this back and rip the pages out in a couple of minutes, I hate reading my own writing. Everything's so jumbled up, like the thoughts have just tumbled out of my head and onto the page. I'm not, scared, I'm not ashamed of who I am, I'm just not, ready.

I've got to go, Jennifer is coming round soon and we're going to meet some new girl called Maureen at the park, I wonder if she'll be any different?

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think or if you want me to continue

xxx