Okay, so this chapter's a little bit different. It's an entry from Olivia's diary! Whoo! Haha… Anywho. It is from OLIVIA'S point of view, for the record, so don't get that confused and yell at me please. I've also come to terms with myself to accept that I will be updating really slow. I don't like it, but oh well. Can't be helped…
Charlie Bone belongs to Nimmo!
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Dear Diary,
Oh my! It's been quiet a while hasn't it? Nearly 4 days! That's unacceptable!
But, as far as I'm concerned, I've had quiet a busy time. In my other update, I believe it was almost 2 weeks ago, or so I think it was, I told you the ball was coming up. Around that time.
Beware, this entry will take up a bit of pages from you're book, Diary. I didn't really want to make it long, I swear. But this past week has been so busy, I have to write all of it down for you.
As far as weeks at Bloor's went, this one had been a blur. And I know what blurs are like. I'm an actress for Pete's sake. Speaking of which, who is Pete? Is he a saint or something? Why is it his sake? Why not on-
I'm getting off track. Anyways, I'll start with Monday.
Monday, as usual, had a late start. Everyone was groggy, sleepy as bears from hibernation. As we went off the bus though, things began changing.
As usual, I saw Lysander, Tancred, and Elle together, although the last two were a little closer than usual. Then again, they always stood a little closer than other people did. I wonder if they ever noticed that. No, actually, they probably didn't. Both of them are to oblivious to notice something like that.
It was also not a surprise to see darling Charlie (because you should know that after a long while liking him from a distance he finally asked me) chatting by the blue bus with Billy and Fidelio, his hair looking a tad bit messier than normal. Morning rush I suppose. I wonder when he wakes up. Or goes to sleep for that matter. It's not good for you to stay up long or to get less than the recommended 8 hours. It's recommended for a reason.
Anyways. What was a surprise though, was that a certain little blonde and a certain…well, he's rather tall actually. But the point is, Emma and Gabriel were missing from the group of people. Honestly, I never expected them to move so quickly. Running away together. Next thing you know those two are going to elope to Japan! Haha. Just kidding Em. But it was rather serious at the time, and as I stepped with my brown, studded flats of the bus, my hair died blonde with subtle hints of brown and blue by the way, I immediately noticed this. And I did the thing that everyone would naturally do. Because it's natural.
I ran over to Elle and jumped into her arms, where she promptly fell over, taking me with her. Later she had angrily told me she hadn't been expecting it, but of course I didn't believe her. But back on track, when Tancred and Sander, being the great people they are, stooped over from their super tallness and helped us up, I started babbling about how my little Emma and Gabriel were gone missing.
(If I may add a little note here, diary, I'd like to add that Tancred and Lysander have got to be giants. Granted, there are taller thirteen year olds, and Lysander is taller than his buddy, but still. How tall is Sander? He's like, 5 foot 15 jillion inches. Just kidding. I asked Elle just now and she said 5' 7". Weird one, Elle is. Always collecting random, sometimes quite useful fact. And Lauren's rather tall too, for the record. She's five foot five inches. Tall one she is. And both are still growing. Anyways. Tancred's about 5' 6", according to Elle. Haha, she's like, 5' 2". Poor thing. Charlie's only two inches taller than me. That kid hit a growth spout since Elle came, did I tell you that? And Gabriel seems to be only a little over 4 from Emma, since she's about only an inch shorter than me. Hey. Figure this out. If I'm one inch shorter than Elle, how tall are Gabriel, Charlie, and Emma? And me. Don't forget me.)
(Just kidding. Don't do that diary. If you try to figure it out, you'll hurt yourself. ;)
(If you already did, though, then you might want to check your answers huh? Bad diary. I told you not to do them. But anyways, Charlie is five feet three inches, Gabriel is about five feet four inches, Emma is five feet, and I am five feet one inch. Yay!)
(Sorry diary. I just did my math homework, and that stuff tends to stick. Oh, and sorry. This isn't a short note is it? I'll move on.)
Anyways, when I told them that, they immediately ran to Charlie and Billy and Fidelio, dragging me along. With panicked gestures, Elle began explaining what I had told her, not including my crazy theory about dragons kidnapping them, and the whole lot of us agreed to search the place for them, and so we did. I went with Charlie, Fidelio with Billy, and Elle with Tanc and Sander. Obviously.
Guess who found them?
The giants and the tiny fairy did. If this doesn't ring a bell, then Elle and Sander and Tanc did. But that's only because they're giant. And a fairy.
Apparently those two were only sitting by a tree, blushing like little cutie dolls and talking about their chaotic weekends, even though they'd seen each other the day before. I must say, they sure are shy around each other. Still. And yet they've known each other for a long time, and they got together last week. How cute. 3
Anyways. So that's all the excitement of Monday.
Tuesday was a big shocker. By big, I mean big. Gigantic. Huge. Enormous..
You get the idea.
It started simple, just like every other day. Emma and Elle and I walked up to the boys dorms to wait for our friends, who, I'll have you know, take nearly as long as me to get ready! Isn't that a surprise? You never would've guessed, although they deny it, of course. Apparently there are a lot of boys in each dorm and everyone wakes up late. Charlie's explanation. I don't believe him though. Ahem. Well. When they came out, we all walked to the cafeterias in our pairs (Charlie and me, Emma and Gabe, Tanc and Elle with Lysander) and separated to our cafeterias. But that's when I saw something that scared the bejeebez out of me.
Who in their right minds would ever ask the twins out? Really, now. That's just strange. Those two hardly even talk, for goodness sake, and they emit an evil aura everywhere they touch! So I suppose it makes some sense that two bullies were asking them out…
Yes, indeed. Jason Richman and Christian Lanz were the two most popular, and yet annoying gits that ever stepped foot on Bloor's. Almost as bad as Joshua's high, nasally voice. They were in separate grades of course, Chris in mine and Jason in Elle dear's, but they were both known throughout the whole school. Sometimes with a good reputation (I.e. popular, 'handsome', etc.) but normally it was more towards the not so good. And yet, here they were, standing in front of the Branko's, spitting out words of 'will you go out with me?'.
Now being a drama student, it's just not in me to avoid this. So I used my recently acquired skills of sneaking about and slid into the wall next to me to hear what was going on.
I don't remember the words exactly. It was in fact two mornings ago, and I'm not exactly about to remember every single detail. I do remember, however, the voices of the two boys, which were nervous I had noted with surprise, asking them to the ball. And I also remember their responses.
"You better be wearing black." One of them had said.
Honestly, that's it. I swear. Weird, right? What kind of answer is that?
That was the weirdest part of the day, but there was still other news going on.
Out of the 300-400 students attending Bloor's, there were, by my census. 127 couples that were currently together, with no signs of breaking up. That's a less than half, but I do say that that 254 students in relationships is a lot. And I didn't count those who had a partner from a different school.
Also, in other news, another endowed got with someone. At first break, Emma told me the strangest thing. Joshua Tilpin was holding hands with Rosetta Love. That's right. I-get-things-stuck-to-my-big-head got with Ms. Prissy-prissy-proper. It's strange, honestly, especially because when I had checked to see the news myself, I had almost laughed myself to death from seeing Rosetta picking things from her boyfriend's head. And yet every time she put the scraps down, they just flew back on. It was absolutely hilarious, I assure you.
But Elle beat her. With amazingly wide arm movements which I'm sure she got from me, she announced that she had tripped on dust. A-mazing. I wish I could do that.
Not.
Wednesday was worse. How, you may be asking. I'll tell you why. Because fishy boy was spotted with someone.
You're joking, you're probably thinking right now. You just can't be serious.
Oh but darling, I am. In fact Diary, it was with someone so unexpected, I lost my appetite for that breakfast. It was…shudder…horrifying. With all honesty.
Dagbert Endless was with Ariel Simmons. Now that I think about it, I find it ironic that the prince of the sea got with someone named Ariel. Isn't that the little mermaid's name? To bad his name isn't Eric. That would have been funny. Whatever. I don't know. But anyways. The smelly, blue-green haired, crazy (although I must admit his eyes are a marvelous shade!) Dagbert was walking with smiles and sunshine, red-head Ariel. Hah, another piece of irony.
Now, if you ask me, he had all the signs of not wanting to be with her: dragging his feet, grunting at every question in response, the works. But he still was with her. I really wish I knew how, but I won't pry…yet.
Oh, but I really do want to know!
Today, Thursday, was chaotic. It wasn't a big topic , since no one cared who Dorcas Loom went with, but I hear it was with some boy named Ricky Stewart. Ewwie. Poor Ricky. But, anyways. It was a mess. People from just about any party place I could think of were rushing about everywhere, and I sincerely think that the Bloor's are actually making an effort for this. I mean, they bought balloons, streamers, and even confetti that was sprinkled all over the floor. Can you believe that!? The sparkle clean floors of Bloor's Academy were littered with scraps of colored paper! Banners hung everywhere, and I think I saw that stereos were brought out of these big black cars. They even brought out the fancy chairs and circle tables Charlie had told us about from the Hundred Heads' Ball! Isn't that strange.
Food was cooking too. I could smell it, and to put it quite frankly, it smelled delicious.
But I really should stop this now. Tomorrow is the ball, and we, quite surprisingly, have no classes. In fact, we have the choice to go home! I suppose it's because the Bloor's don't want fights to break out between girls who ruined dresses or something. Maybe it's because they don't want huge electric bills from the amount of curlers, straighteners, and blow dryers that people will be using, but I'm happy anyways. All of us girls are meeting up at my house, because I obviously insisted on doing our hair. And get this: Elle's dad's renting us a limo!
Haha, you thought. No, he's not, but he has the nicest car, so he's our escort.
I really must be getting to sleep. I don't want bags for the ball!
3 Olivia.
p.s. I can still hear them setting up!
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Yeah. I don't like this chapter much, but I can't really think of any ways to redo it without making it look like a mess. I'm sorry.
R&R!
~tubs.
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