AU//A series of diary/journal entries from a young Elizaveta Hedervary, following her through various stages of her life, including boy drama, Gilbert being Gilbert, and everything that comes with being a girl surrounded by boys.
Football games are bad enough, but did we have to have an away game three hours away?! Ugh. And we lost, too, which just makes it even worse. Everyone was in a sour mood. I wanted to hit them all, make them stop pouting. It was disgusting.
Alfred was the worst. He sat next to Matthew and in front of me (I sat by Roderich), and he wouldn't stop griping about all the "bad calls" and how the referees were "biased." It made me want to punch him. All I wanted to do was sleep. Even Gilbert told Alfred to shut up and he normally joins in!
I guess I should just be thankful that our directors let the color guard and drill team sit with the main band on the buses, because I had people to talk to.
-Elizaveta
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