Ahah. Ha. Haha... oops. See I KNOW I told you guys I'd post wednesday but see during my long four hour car ride the worst thing happened: I got car sick from typing. SO! I had to close the laptop. And then by the time I got back to it my inspiration was lost :'( Which is greatly saddening. But here's the chapter! See? See? Now go ahead! The next couple chapters are going to be circling Cara's life at St. Margaret's, so enjoy!

September 23rd, Ugh.

Today was awful, Macy, told me her grandma 'senses' that this years going to be rough. And that I need to write everything down because next year someone's going to need to read this. Crazy old bat...

Before I start all that, I need to explain some people to you. First, there's Tom.

Tom is...

Huh.

There's not really anyway I can think of to describe him.

Let's start with looks.

Tom is... Tall, and a little pale. Well, really pale. He doesn't spend much time out in the sun, despite the part of living on the island for like nine out twelve months of the year.

He has really dark hair, the colour of a raven's wing. With blue and purple running through it when the light hits it just right. It's not combed perfectly either, it runs wild, always looking like he just rolled out of bed looking amazing.

His eyes are a dark obsidian, with little veins of a golden colour bleeding through. He doesn't smile much, but when he does he lights up the world.

We've been friends since the first day of school, when he pushed me down the stairs and later at lunch I mashed peanut butter in his hair. We've been thick as thieves ever since.

Unfortunately, Tom is the biggest flirt in the entire school.

Every time we hang out just the two of us he has a new girlfriend. If you can even call it that. A new fling, girl of the week. Not even, he once dated a girl for a day, I don't even know half the time who is current girlfriend is.

By the same token, he's one of the free-est spirits I've ever seen. I think if he actually tied himself down to a steady girlfriend I might die of shock. Which is good... and bad.

In case you couldn't tell by my description of dear Tommy, I've fallen harder then Wile E. Coyote off a cliff. Attached to a tank.

I haven't always... liked him like that. It started a couple years ago, when he discovered girls. And I discovered I hated seeing him with other girls. I wasn't that worried though, no matter how much he might like those girls, I'm the only one who's actually stuck around.

No, I don't think he'll ever like me like that. In fact, I know he won't. But I'll stick around, he needs me. He denies it sometime's, he'll act like I'm just another girl, but he always ends up sitting next to me on the couch, or resting his feet on my lap in the library while I study, or bringing me another freaking get well Teddy Bear when I end up in the Hospital Wing.

Some of his girlfriends have issues with that.

Those are the ones that last the least amount of time.

He really doesn't get along with Jenna and Sam. I don't think Macy would like him either but she's one of those people that doesn't quite understand the word 'dislike'...

When it comes to my friends, let's start with Jenna, she's one of the easiest.

She's more laid back, go with the flow, if there's a bump in the road she really could not care less. She grew up in an apartment in New York, right on Manhattan Island, with her muggle doctor mom and wizard Dad who works at the Ministry. She's the picture of laid back, her long and straight black hair in a braid down her back, golden toned skin, and chocolaty brown eyes.

She always wears either board shorts or baggy jeans and some form of tee or tank top. It's a miracle if she's not at the beach in her free time, and from the way she looks down to her style she's the picture of inner peace. Sometime's I join her for her morning meditation, but I mostly end up falling asleep halfway through.

After that there's Sam, almost the opposite of Jenna. Where Jenna is laid back and go with the flow, Jenna is uptight and panicked. Sam has golden blonde wavy hair and and has golden tanned skin, and her eyes are wide and a pale icy blue, like mine.

She's more into the high fashion, the short shorts and the v-neck tee's. When Jenna's not physically in class she's either at the library, the mall, or the beach. About once a week she'll join Jenna with her meditation, she needs to calm down sometimes and just learn to relax. Normally it's on Monday's, which makes that one of my favourite days of the week since I'll join too sometimes.

Then there's Macy. She's... personally I think she was either a pixie, a fairy or a chipmunk in a past life.

Macy is go-go-go-go-go, from the time she wakes up (after hitting the snooze button forty gillion times) to the time she goes to sleep (about 3 am if she makes it to bed early). She doesn't stop- she may yawn once or twice- but she doesn't stop. Another thing about her, she's constantly stretching. Always trying to touch her toes, pulling her arms in weird positions across her body, stuff like that.

You know how I mentioned how Macy was probably a pixie or a fairy in a past life? Well that's kind of what she looks like. Macy is... tiny. Barely reaching five foot one (or so she insists...), but with sharp elven like features. She has long- waayy too much for her to handle- white blonde hair, and oddly sharp emerald green eyes.

I say oddly because, Macy isn't the most... focused person. To put it mildly she has the attention span of a goldfish. Mildly. She once went looking for her book, came back four hours later with a latte, soaking wet, a baby deer and a cute boy escorting her. I asked her about the book, she looked at me blankly, "What book?"

It's kind of scary.

So those are the most important people I know!

So here's my life in a nutshell! Some days, it's going to be the long, detailed proceedings of my day. Other days I'm probably just going to be getting right into bed, and just as I'm getting comfy I'm going to remember YOU! And probably swear a bit too.

SO! Aside from being told, simply, that the next year of my life is going to be an emotional roller coaster unlike any other, I fell down the stairs on my way to class. And not just one small flight of stairs. I mean the grand staircase in the front hall on my way to Care of Magical Creatures. I even managed to trip on the top step so I fell the entire length.

For those of you who are supposedly going to be reading this next year and don't know, that's three freaking hundred steps.

Luckily (or maybe not so luckily... I would've enjoyed getting out of class...) I didn't hurt myself too bad, just this long gash down my arm that I didn't notice until I got to class and Macy screamed at the sight of my arm. Poor girl...

After that delightful class (we were learning about Dragons! Mr. Allimante had even tried to bring one in but the stupid Ministry said it was 'illegal'. Dammit.) was Potions, where- of course- I was stuck with Jenna.

Now don't get me wrong mysterious person who is reading this in the future ( from now on I think I shall just call you Kagoogle, 'cuz frankly, I love saying it! Anyway-), I love Jenna with all of life, but she's an absolute ditz when it comes to potions. So when I say that potions was hell, I mean it.

SOMEHOW Jenna managed to melt our cauldron and the entire contents of it spilled all over the floor and started melting everything it touched! An entire class of students that can scream like three year old girls. My ears will never be the same...

After that WONDEROUS (sarcasm. Heavy, dripping, sarcasm.) class it was finally lunch! I love lunch. I love food. Tasty food. Aww great, now I'm hungry again...

OoOoOoOoOoO

Now I'm in the kitchen! Talking about food made me intensely hungry... like you no idea Kagoogle. Heehee, I just love writing that. And saying it, say it with me now: Kaaaahhhggoooooooggglleeeee. Ah man, see I just had an entire bag of Dorito's, this is what happens!

I'm starting to see why Sam banned me off these things...

Although, most of my craziness, might not be the Dorito's fault, let's run through the kitchen part of the night.

First, you will never guess who I was in the kitchen with Kagoogle, I'll give you three guesses, and a hint.

His name starts with T and ends in 'om'.

If you've guessed anything other then Tom you really are stupid Kagoogle and I don't know why you're even reading this.

Tom walked into the kitchen right as I was finishing off my bag of Dortios. Which is kind of embarrassing... He now thinks I just ate an entire bag of Doritos... Which I did do, but that's besides the point.

He smiled, "Hey Caramel, how's it hanging?"

I grinned, "Good, just finished a bag of sweet chili heat, so good."

"What? And you didn't save me any?"

"Nope." I smirked, popping the 'p'.

He looked mock hurt, "You hurt me so. Guess that means you don't get to meet my new girlfriend."

He sat down and I laughed, "I don't meet over half of your girlfriends until you're no longer together! So who's the lucky girl this time?"

"Emilia Cartwright."

"The one who broke her wrist cliff diving last year?" I wondered.

"Yeah, how did she do that again?" he asked.

Thinking about it a moment I answered, "I think she hit the water wrong."

He nodded, "Right. Yeah, she asked me to coffee."

"And? How'd it go?"

I was grinning by now, knowing what was coming next.

He squirmed, looking really uncomfortable, "Well uh... We uhh..."

"Spit it out Tom!"

"We started making out outside her room okay?"

I laughed, "Now was that so hard?" I asked, teasing.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes. You will be mocking me for days..."

"Damn right. So this happened...?" It had been about three days since we'd last really talked.

"Just tonight."

"Ooh does she know you came right down here to talk to me?"

He rolled his eyes, "Cocky much? How on earth was I supposed to know you'd be here?"

I gave him a 'look' from under my hair, "Puh-lease. I'm almost always down here having a snack on Tuesdays."

He smirked, "Okay, maybe I just wanted to be in the presence of a nice, sociable and congenial person."

He tried to keep a straight face, really he did. But the second he looked me in the eye we both burst into laughter.

"Oh man! Tommy don't do that after I've pigged out on chips!"

He chuckled, "Sorry."

I laughed again and wiped a tear from my eye, "Ah man. That was good Tom, I can't believe you said that."

He looked hurt for a minute, "What happened to Tommy?"

I looked at him quizzically, "What?"

He looked away, "You used to always call me Tommy. Now it's always Tom. Why?"

I thought about it.

Truthfully I'd stopped calling him Tommy since it'd always make me feel closer to him, but once I realized I liked him and he'd never like me, it was too much. It just... hurt too much.

I couldn't very well tell him that though now could I?

So, I lied. Shamelessly.

"I don't know," I said shrugging, "It just didn't fit as well once you hit six foot, and especially after when you didn't stop growing till about three inches later."

"It's only two..." He mumbled.

I gave him a look and continued, "It just didn't fit. It seemed to babyish." I shrugged again and looked at him.

He frowned, "Well, I don't mind if you call me Tommy. Not as much anymore... it feels like I'm drifting from you lately Caramel."

Internally, I flinched. Externally, I smirked, "Well maybe it's because somebody's a little too busy with his wittle girlfwiends."

He flinched, "Ugh. I can't believe you just baby talked at me. I think I might have to break it off with Emilia tomorrow thanks to the vivid mental picture I just got of her in a bib, with no teeth eating baby food."

I laughed, "Nice! You know that's another point for me."

We were immature. I'll admit this. But the height of our immaturity was this: Every time he broke up with a girl because he didn't like her, he got a point. If I had something to do with it, I got a point. If they broke up with him, he got a point. If it had something to do with me, I got a point.

Immature, eh?

That however, dearest Kagoogle, is not the point of this specific entry. What happens in a couple minutes is, so move along!

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Back to the Tommy thing. Caramel, you are an awful liar."

Oh shit. Shittety shit shit shit. I laughed, "What are you talking about?"

He cupped my chin and turned me to look at him, "Caramel, if you don't answer me truthfully I'm going to be mad."

Do you see why girls fall for him left and right? This boy is intense! He has passion! And dear Merlin those eyes...

I smirked, "Be mad then, because I'm telling the truth."

He brought my face closer to his, so now I could feel his hot breath on my lip, "I don't believe you."

I touched my forehead to his, "Well you should."

It was too much for him (and me! Definitely me! Head spinning!) apparently, as he turned away.

He turned away, "Why don't you confide in me anymore?"

"What do you mean?"

"You always used to tell me everything! It used to be different... Now you're such a..."

He looked like he was struggling for words, I took in a deep breath waiting for the answer, finally he found one, "You're such a girl!"

It felt like he'd slapped me. "What?"

He turned to me, "No! Not girl! I didn't mean that Caramel. It's just you've always seemed like one of the guys or something."

Another slap.

"Oh." I said, my voice quiet.

He cupped my chin gently again, "No Caramel, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant you were so easy to talk to, not an emotional mess like all the other girls who would analyze everything I'd say. Now you're always so guarded, always telling half truths. I just want to know why."

I whipped my head up to look at him in the eyes, fully intending to tell him the truth. In those eyes though I saw something I just couldn't handle. The same eyes he always looked at me with. Never the eyes he looked at those girls with. Nothing even close.

Now, normally I'd blame PMS or something, but truthfully? I was a teenage girl, who had liked one of her best friends for too many years.

So it's pretty obvious what happened next.

My eyes filled with tears. So, being the 'new to emotions' person I am, I bolted.

Also, being the uncoordinated person I am, he stopped me at the door.

Now here's the big part Kagoogle, this is why my head is spinning:

HE KISSED ME!

No lie!

Tommy, my dear sweet Tommy, took my face and KISSED ME!

ON THE MOUTH!

After what felt like an hour of kissing, he pulled away, and I gasped for breath realizing I hadn't been breathing that entire time.

He kept his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. Heck I was too.

We were looking into each other's eyes when he finally smiled, "Do you know... how long... I've wanted to do that for?" He managed to gasp out between breaths.

That made my heart soar. And you know what I did then?

That's right Kagoogle!

I had a big, sappy, sob fest on Tommy's shoulder.

He just hugged me, rubbing my back, shh-ing me like a mother would.

Eventually I pulled away slightly and looked up at him, he looked down sadly, "I'm sorry. I'll never do that again."

I smirked, "Don't you dare say that. Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?"

His smirk matched mine, and we spent the next twenty or so minutes just hugging each other and kissing once in awhile.

Eventually though, I had to go back to bed. As did dear sweet Tommy, so we said good-night, kissed one last time, and headed our separate ways.

I then proceeded to collapse on my bed and write to you Kagoogle!

Do you know what happened tonight?

Good. I don't either.

But it feels big.

So! That completes the first diary entry of our beloved (and slightly incapacitated) Carmella! Till next time peeps! (Btw, I didn't put a quote in this one. I frankly couldn't think of one and didn't know where to put it. So don't put yourself down for not finding it, cuz frankly it's not there!)