Wednesday
May 13, 2009
Dear Diary,
It's after state tests, and the Rapist Foxy rumor is still going around. He's still angry and won't talk to me, and everyone still gets my name wrong. Nobody really talks to Foxy anymore, and he's become a bit of a loner. Even the teachers seem skeptical of him.
But today Jennifer approached me. Her face was covered in pimples as usual, desperately covered by loads of concealer, but still clearly visible. Our conversation went like this:
Her: Like my handiwork?
Me: Huh?
Her: Rumors spread faster than wildfire.
Me: Wait what?
Her: They're pretty fun to spread, too.
Me: You-
Her: That's right, sweetie! I spread those rumors, with the help of Sarah. You and Connie are really bad at whispering, I heard everything you guys said.
I was so mad, I could punch her in the face. She's the reason Foxy hates me?
But then I got a better idea. I smiled at her. She looked so confused. I told her, "If you're going to be two-faced, at least make one of them pretty."
Her confusion tripled when I balled my fist and punched myself in the nose.
The smack was loud, and blood started dripping immediately. "Ow!" I had screamed at the top of my lungs. Tears filled my eyes, and I didn't have to try that hard to force them out. "Jennifer, why did you punch me?" I yelled, holding my nose. Silence fell over every person in the hallway and all attention was on us.
A nearby teacher had rushed over to see if I was okay, then sent me to the nurse, which was a little bit down the hall. When I looked back, the teacher was yelling at Jennifer and the entire hall was staring at her, but she was looking at me with the hardest and iciest glare I had ever seen on her face.
My nose hurt for the rest of the day, but it sure as hell was worth it.
Friday
May 15, 2009
Dear Diary,
For the past two days, whenever people talk about the Foxy rumor I push back my shyness and tell them it's just that - a rumor. I think eventually I'll help, I hope.
I finally stopped Foxy in the hallway today and got him to listen to me. I told him how Jennifer had heard me telling Chica about when I walked in on him shirtless (pretty sure I was red at that point) and how she had spread around lies.
He was silent for a bit, then crushed me in a hug. I dropped my books, but didn't make a move to grab them.
"I'm sorry," was all he said.
Wednesday
June 24, 2009
Dear Diary,
School's out and another boring uneventful summer is settling in.
Chca lives only about 15 minutes away from me if I ride my new bike, so I've been going to her place pretty often, and she comes to mine too. Sometimes I hang out with Foxy, but I still don't spend the night. I understand why now.
Sometimes we all go to the park or pool and hang out. But when either one of them is busy, I just hang out in my room and play my guitar, and sometimes my mom and I will do things together. She's quiet and soft-spoken like me, so we get along pretty well.
I still don't have a phone. I wouldn't even mind having a flip phone, even though most kids have Blackberries. But, I know we can't afford it right now, so I don't complain or even mention it to or around my mom.
I started saving up for one anyway. I go to busier streets and play my guitar. I don't get much, but it's better than nothing. Hopefully I can get a real job, if anyone will hire a 12-year-old.
Thursday
July 2, 2009
Dear Diary,
My state test grades came in today. I got a 90 in Math, an 89 in Science, a 95 in History, and a 99 in English. In the envelope there was also a note saying that I got the highest grades in the school for History and English. I was pretty surprised, because the History was one of the hardest ones for me. I also had one of the highest English scores in the entire state.
I was pretty happy, yeah, but my mom was completely ecstatic. She took me out for pizza and ice cream, which she let me get as much as I wanted of. The whole time she was wiping away tears of joy and telling me how proud she was of her smart little purple-haired bunny.
Yeah, even she has started calling me that. I don't really mind though. I embrace my huge front teeth.
We can't afford braces. There's not really anything wrong with my teeth besides the fact that the front two are a bit larger than average, but I don't think that that's anything braces can really fix.
Anyway, Chica, Foxy, and I are going to go watch fireworks together on the 4th of July, which is in two days. I'll write back then.
Saturday
July 4, 2009
Dear Diary,
Technically it's July 5th, because I'm currently writing this at 1 AM, but who really cares?
Chica, Foxy, and I went to the park along with a lot of other people in the neighborhood to watch fireworks. They started right before midnight (so it was pretty dark) and lasted for a good 25 minutes, and the entire time Chica and I were giggling and Foxy was smiling up at the sky.
Anyway, at one point during the fireworks I shifted the way I was sitting and put my hand on the ground. But my hand landed on Foxy's instead. I looked at him and blushed (luckily it was dark so I don't think he could see it), then took my hand away, but he was just smiling at me. I couldn't tell if he was blushing like I was.