September 1, 1982
God, I can't believe Cindy got this for me... I'm a fifteen year old boy! I don't need a DIARY! She's such a bitch sometimes...
Well... Okay, I guess I sort of wanted one. If I'm honest. What can I say, I like to write. And film. *frowns* I wish my parents would buy me that camera I asked for for my birthday but I don't think they're going to. Dad wants me to be a lawyer or a doctor or something. He's going to be reeeeally pissed the minute he sees my report card. But that can't be helped.
I can't believe I'm already a freshman... Scarsdale's so small, I didn't meet anyone new this year. I did get lost in the hallways though, and I was late for biology... It's a shitty class anyways. I think I'm going to use that period to write in from now on because I can already tell that it's going to be an easy A.
More interesting news... There's this kid in my English class, Jack. He's GORGEOUS. Fuck, I hope I'm not a faggot. My dad will kill me. Or exorcise me.
Cindy's trying to read this. Ugh.
~ Mark
September 9, 1982
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
Okay. That's enough I think. I hate not being able to swear all day around my parents. Cindy's been okay with it, but we don't really talk all that much in private. Mom would probably cry. She's been doing a lot of that the past few years.
I don't see why. Dad was a jackass. I still have a couple of nasty scars from him, one on my hip from that time he threw his keys at me. Good riddance.
Maureen is being weird lately. She keeps noticing when I stare at Jack- she's in my English class too- and giggling. But she won't talk to me about it! Ugh. Women. I'll never understand anything that doesn't have a penis.
Freshman year sucks by the way. Everyone hates freshman. And I can see why. Most of the kids around here are so annoying. I'm hardly even noticed, thank God. I don't need my glasses broken again! They still have that geeky tape over the middle holding them together after last time.
Mm... I need to finish my history homework. Bye for now.
~ Mark
A/N: So, I'm going to go ahead and just put my disclaimer and shit here in the first chapter kay? ^_^ Let it be known that this has no real plot, or at least not a premeditated one. My good friend and Roger (from roleplay) Olivia, or here, ImDefyinGravity, owns half of the nonexistent plot and Roger's journals, which she'll hopefully post here eventually!
Disclaimer: RENT me no own. I don't even own this, I only own half of it…