Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I own Michelle Marquez and the plot.
A/n: Thank-you for your reviews! After taking someone's advice(drakeamberblake), Michelle is now chapter 7. WOOT WOOT. Also, if your a guy... no offence but this is a girly chapter! On with the story!
Not To Fade Away
Chapter 7: Michelle, Diary I
10/3
11:13am
I HATE BEING A FEMALE! WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH ALL OF THIS PAIN!
BECAUSE LIFE'S SHIT MATE! THAT'S WHY! Hilary's taking the day off with me. She's currently downstairs making me a chocolate cake. She's been wearing this huge, black wrist band for the last couple of days. Something's up with her. She's so... withdrawn lately. She and Kai... well... are kind-of-going-out-but-not. There's just lots of pyshical stuff going on between them. They look cute together... no... that's not right. She's back.
10/3
7:18pm
Dinner just finshed. Hilz left about 2 hours ago. I don't know what's up with her at the moment. Maybe Kai knows.
No, he doesn't. I just rang him. Nada. Zilch. DO ANY BOYS IN THE WORLD KNOW ANYTHING!
I'm thinking : NO! Seriously, what kind of person am I? I slept with Ray. He has a GIRLFRIEND! That's never stopped me before. But why do I feel horrible! Why do I feel this way?
I'm going to bed.
Stupid Hormones.
10/5
3:37pm
I didn't right anything yesturday. I was feeling too depressed. Again.
I HATE BEING A GIRL. I HATE MY SCHOOL. I HATE MY SISTERS. I HATE MY MOTHER. I HATE MY FATHER. I HATE MY GRANDPARENTS. I HATE EVERYTHING!
10/6
11:58pm
I should get some medication. Those blue pills don't do shit. Don't feel so great. Again. I haven't gone to school. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't do anything. I can't be me anymore.
10/8
12:02pm
I'm going to Craze's party. Tonight with Kai, Ray and Hilz. Just another boring party. All you ever do is get drunk and sleep with someone. It's really pathetic. Just like me.
A/n: Review, cause I'm loving them! Michelle seems to come down on herself easily. Something's up with Hilary. And Mariah's coming back to town. She might be becoming another diary enterure!
Don't think about that word!
Charlotte Wilkens.
