Victoria's Diary of Amazing

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Date: August 30, 2010

Mood: I hate you all.

Soundtrack: Can't tell, this bus is too fucking noisy.

I do not have this diary by choice. I'm just saying. My dance instructor decided we should all start journals and use them for the whole motherfreaking year. She says she'll check them to make sure we use them. I'm just hoping she doesn't actually read them. She wasn't that specific.

Okay, so… I'm Victoria, and you're a diary. I'm in my freshman year of high school and why am I talking about this? You're a freaking diary with a bird on the cover. You'll just have to deal with the name 'Diary' for a while. Unless someone else names their diary, I ain't doing it.

So… first things first. I am currently on the bus to my first day of high school, so my writing is all shitty. (I swear too much. I don't actually say the words, I think them. Just. Yeah.)

I'm really dreading this year. I hate my schedule. So much.

First hour: (Mon-Thurs) AP French, (Fri) Ballet (FUCK MY LIFE. I love ballet but really? I do not want to mold my feet first thing in the morning)

Second hour: AP Biology (why the hell am I in this class?)

Third hour: World history (I have been learning this since second grade why am I still learning this I don't even know)

(LUNCH)

Fifth hour: Pre-calculus (WHAT?)

Sixth hour: (Mon, Wed-Fri) AP English Literature, (Tues) Choir

Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but… Pre-calc? No. I mean, what? I am not that smart, kthx. I'm flattered that people think I can do that shit, but… fuck.

Electra just got on the bus. Bye.

x.o.x.o

It is currently lunch time. I am totally ignoring my friends because that's what I do. Like boss. On a boat.

I am squeezing the life out of my brownie right now. Firstly, I have pre-calc next hour, and I am so friggin' scared. But, let's break it down.

PLATO, TUMBLEBRUTUS, POUNCIVAL, AND MY BRO MISTYFLIES ARE IN MY FIRST HOUR. I don't know why it surprised me that Mistoffelees was in that class, considering he's, like, actually my brother. Half brother. Whatever. Either he told me his schedule and I forgot or he was an ass and didn't tell me, could be either. But I am pretty much surrounded by guys, seeing as the only people any of us know in that class are each other sentence structure.

Electra is getting mad because I'm being antisocial, but I will ignore her and return to my maimed brownie, thank you. Anyway, second hour sucks because the only person I know in it is no one. Yeah. Really. Fuck everything.

Etcetera, Pouncival, Jemima, and Electra are in third hour with me, so even if our teacher is like a catbot, we have fun. Or, we will.

Jemima is in Pre-Calc with me, but she sits on the other side of the room…And I'm again alone in world history.

I'm going to talk to my friends now.

x.o.x.o

It's still lunch.

Jemima just spilled her lemonade on me.

Fuck.

x.o.x.o

It's fifth hour so I'm not going to bother with punctuation and spelling and shit

This teacher is so scary

I think it's a queen because its name is Nigella but I don't even know

I'm so freaked out

Shit she's coming ov

x.o.x.o

I'm on the bus again. So, I got caught writing. The teacher is a woman. Don't ask how I found out. She's Russian, by the way, which makes her scarier.

She read my diary aloud.

Thank god it's just the first day of school. I'm going to talk to Electra now. We're going to get a treat. Electra says that if I go to school with my bra on the outside she'll bake me a cake. Red velvet. She says that if I wear a second pair of underwear over my pants, she'll buy me dinner at the oyster bar.

I'm such a fatass.

x.o.x.o

Date: 31 Août 2010 (yeah, I pay attention FTW)

Mood: I must, I must, I must increase my bust.

Soundtrack: Teeth – Lady Gaga

I'm sad. Since it's early in the year, I don't get to have choir yet.

BAnd I saw my dance instructor at Panera with Electra yesterday. I was stuffing my face with a cinnamon roll. She said I was letting myself go, complete with a once-over.

Electra just sipped her water and then pecked at her plain bagel. FUCK YOU OH MY GOD. Why is it that I'm the ballerina and I eat the most? METABOLISM YOU HAVE FAILED ME.

I just sat down on the bus. I am being stared at. Must be the purple leopard print bra? That cake better be damn good. And no, diary, I refuse to share. THE CAKE IS MINE. I AM GOING TO EAT IT MS. MAGDALENA, AND I AM GOING TO ENJOY EVERY BITE AND NOT HURL IT UP because I refuse to be that cliché ballerina baby.

That was so deep. I mean. Whoa. If I wasn't talking about eating cake it would be kind of smart sounding.

…shut up.

A cute tom just sat by me. I am going to not drool over his gorgeous face and hopefully abulous abs.

x.o.x.o

His name is Maximillion. He missed the first day of school because he got sick. I have no classes with him. Fuck everything. He didn't say anything about the bra on my shirt, but I could tell he was soooo uncomfortable… So I told him the deal. Then his friend got on the bus and stole him. FUCK YOU DUDE.

Electra is on the bus now, so I will now converse with her.

x.o.x.o

Hi, Victoria, this is Jemima. You left your diary in the French room. Thank god I found it and not some creeper, or even worse, your lover Max.

However, I have decided to let you suffer and search for your diary like a madwoman.

I think I'll keep it till tomorrow.

I love you!

x.

P.S. You really don't need to lose any weight.

SHITTY ENDING IS SHITTY.

So, yeah, diary stories. It's basically first come first serve. Just make sure the story "canons" match. Schedules and shit.

I'm not gonna say anymore. Just, yeah.

Pairings will depend on what happens… which was a really dumb sentence.

This is not proofread or anything. ILU guys.