Just a random thought that popped into my head. Hope you like it. ^_^
Dear Diary,
I have no god damn idea why I'm using this stupid thing. Diaries are for girls. Well, girly girls anyway, definitely not goths. Mother thinks it's a good way for me to blow off steam, but I think it's a huge waste of time. Look that that, I'm already telling the damn thing what I think. Ugh! I'm still doing it. Whatever. So, what possessed me to actually write in this accursed book they call a diary? I am so bored I was actually doing home work that isn't due until next month. And finished it! Think I'll get extra credit for turning it in early? Nah, me neither. Danny dragged Tucker to check out what they thought to be a haunted pharmacy. Why do they think it's haunted? Because they are stupid boys. What, you don't believe me? Fine I'll tell you what really happened, since I'm the only one who actually seen.
It actually started yesterday after school. We were bored, surprise, surprise. Back on topic, we walked into a pharmacy to grab a few things so Danny could try to prank Jazz. Actually, I was just there to laugh at them when they failed. Anyway, Tucker was running around the store, and tripped, knocking over a small shelf. I don't think Danny realized what he tripped over, because I was the one laughing, Tucker was the one who was embarrassed, and Danny was still oblivious. So, what was on the shelf Tucker knocked over? Dozens of boxes of tampons and panti-liners. He knocked over a female display shelf. But that's not why they thought the store was haunted.
About ten feet away from me, was a young man and who I assumed to be his girlfriend, since they were holding hands and in that particular area of the store. The man opened a small box, not bothering to pay for it first, and tore the piece of plastic that was inside. He asked the girl, and I quote, 'think this will taste good enough?' To which the girl responded by grabbing it from him, and used it like a rubber band slingshot, hoping to hit her boyfriend. Unfortunately, it sailed past him, and smacked Danny in the face. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed for him, or laugh my ass off. So I did both. Because what was sitting on Danny's face, turned out to be a strawberry flavoured condom. And since neither Danny nor Tucker had seen where it had come from, and since they wouldn't listen to me, they immediately thought the store was haunted by a condom throwing ghost. Can you believe it? A condom throwing ghost! Even the box ghost would be more plausible!
Oh, and yes, Danny did end up pranking Jazz. How? He put that same condom in her psychology book to replace her book mark. She didn't even open the book until she got to class this morning. And lucky me, I got her reaction on tape through the window on the door. Best. Day. Ever. You know what? I think I'm actually starting to like this whole 'diary' thing. Tell anyone, and I'll choke you with a flavoured condom.
- Peace out, Sam
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