Be Careful What You Wish For
Chapter Four
16th February, 1998
Dear Diary,
Today me, Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo went to the Digital Bean after school. It was totally wicked to feel so grown up. We were the only fourth graders there, so we felt pretty cool. Then, Claire Miller and Brooke Baker walked in. Claire marched right up to our table and demanded our seats. "It's the only table that's spare in here," She explained. "What are you talking about? There are four people sitting here." Gordo said. Lizzie just sat there looking embarrassed and flustered. "Yes, but everyone else is either older or cooler than you, so scoot." Brooke grinned triumphantly. And we did. Much to my disgust. God, I never EVER wanna be like those snobby cows. Love, Kate
I cocked an eyebrow at the diary entry from all those years ago. I carefully examined the book to see it was made up of three different stages in Kate's life.
One, her 'loser' days, which consisted of mine, Miranda and Gordo's friendship.
Two, just after she had begun popular, right up to the seventh grade, when Claire was more like the leader of the two.
And then, there was the third. It was more recently, when Kate had dominated the school, as well as her peers.
A few entries from the seventh grade caught my eye.
Dear Diary,
Today would have to be the worst day of my life. I checked my emails just before I left for school this morning to find an email from Miranda, saying something about me stuffing my bra. I've done it once or twice for God's sake! And with good reason! It's not like I need to anymore, unlike SOME people (aka Miranda). And it gets worse- she sent it to the whole grade! I had people all day sniggering and laughing at me, people offering me tissues. I'm so angry! Ugh, I hate her. Embarrassed and Pissed, Kate.
Dear Dairy
Turns out that it wasn't Miranda who spread that rumour about me- it was actually Lizzie! That bitch. But you know, the one thing that truly amazed me? Lizzie was scared of me, so Miranda took the wrap for her. I mean, it really was nice of her to do that. I could never expect Claire to do anything like that for me. I wouldn't even do that for Claire. I still hate them, but I kinda wish I had friends like them at the moment. I guess I'm wanting more of a friendship factor in my life right now, not a social status. I could really use a friend right now, with Mum and Dad being so crappy towards me. Love, Kate
I swallowed over the big lump that had formed in my throat. Had Kate actually WANTED to be friends with me and Miranda and Gordo again?
I was interrupted by a knock on my door. I jumped, because I thought nobody was home. Without waiting for a reply, the door swung open and Kate's cousin, Amy, stood at the door with a can of coke in her hand, and pizza shoved in her mouth.
I stared at her for a moment, and she just stood there staring at me, chewing her pizza like a horse.
"What you looking at?" She spat.
"You knocked on MY door," I reminded her.
"I did?" She looked genuinely surprised. I nodded slowly.
"Oh, oh, that's right," She said through bites of pizza, "Um, here, a letter."
She threw the letter in my direction then left. I opened up the letter and my eyes went wide.
It was a letter from a Record Company, telling me I'd won a competition I'd entered a few months ago. I was going to record my own version of any song I choose, and all the other finalists (there were nine others) all go up against each other and three judges choose the best, and the winner gets to go to the MTV Movie Awards and the after party.
I frowned. I couldn't sing, it was a known fact. Well, I never really tried, but I was pretty sure I'd be terrible at it, just like I am at everything else. Other than rhythmic gymnastics, but that doesn't count because I totally hated it. But I really wanted this prize, so I was determined to try.
I set the letter down on my desk and walked over to Kate's computer and switched it on.
I was greeted by the usual, "Oh my God, I'm like, on!" but I didn't take much notice of it.
I logged on to the Internet and began my search for the song that was gonna win me that prize!
Chapter Four
16th February, 1998
Dear Diary,
Today me, Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo went to the Digital Bean after school. It was totally wicked to feel so grown up. We were the only fourth graders there, so we felt pretty cool. Then, Claire Miller and Brooke Baker walked in. Claire marched right up to our table and demanded our seats. "It's the only table that's spare in here," She explained. "What are you talking about? There are four people sitting here." Gordo said. Lizzie just sat there looking embarrassed and flustered. "Yes, but everyone else is either older or cooler than you, so scoot." Brooke grinned triumphantly. And we did. Much to my disgust. God, I never EVER wanna be like those snobby cows. Love, Kate
I cocked an eyebrow at the diary entry from all those years ago. I carefully examined the book to see it was made up of three different stages in Kate's life.
One, her 'loser' days, which consisted of mine, Miranda and Gordo's friendship.
Two, just after she had begun popular, right up to the seventh grade, when Claire was more like the leader of the two.
And then, there was the third. It was more recently, when Kate had dominated the school, as well as her peers.
A few entries from the seventh grade caught my eye.
Dear Diary,
Today would have to be the worst day of my life. I checked my emails just before I left for school this morning to find an email from Miranda, saying something about me stuffing my bra. I've done it once or twice for God's sake! And with good reason! It's not like I need to anymore, unlike SOME people (aka Miranda). And it gets worse- she sent it to the whole grade! I had people all day sniggering and laughing at me, people offering me tissues. I'm so angry! Ugh, I hate her. Embarrassed and Pissed, Kate.
Dear Dairy
Turns out that it wasn't Miranda who spread that rumour about me- it was actually Lizzie! That bitch. But you know, the one thing that truly amazed me? Lizzie was scared of me, so Miranda took the wrap for her. I mean, it really was nice of her to do that. I could never expect Claire to do anything like that for me. I wouldn't even do that for Claire. I still hate them, but I kinda wish I had friends like them at the moment. I guess I'm wanting more of a friendship factor in my life right now, not a social status. I could really use a friend right now, with Mum and Dad being so crappy towards me. Love, Kate
I swallowed over the big lump that had formed in my throat. Had Kate actually WANTED to be friends with me and Miranda and Gordo again?
I was interrupted by a knock on my door. I jumped, because I thought nobody was home. Without waiting for a reply, the door swung open and Kate's cousin, Amy, stood at the door with a can of coke in her hand, and pizza shoved in her mouth.
I stared at her for a moment, and she just stood there staring at me, chewing her pizza like a horse.
"What you looking at?" She spat.
"You knocked on MY door," I reminded her.
"I did?" She looked genuinely surprised. I nodded slowly.
"Oh, oh, that's right," She said through bites of pizza, "Um, here, a letter."
She threw the letter in my direction then left. I opened up the letter and my eyes went wide.
It was a letter from a Record Company, telling me I'd won a competition I'd entered a few months ago. I was going to record my own version of any song I choose, and all the other finalists (there were nine others) all go up against each other and three judges choose the best, and the winner gets to go to the MTV Movie Awards and the after party.
I frowned. I couldn't sing, it was a known fact. Well, I never really tried, but I was pretty sure I'd be terrible at it, just like I am at everything else. Other than rhythmic gymnastics, but that doesn't count because I totally hated it. But I really wanted this prize, so I was determined to try.
I set the letter down on my desk and walked over to Kate's computer and switched it on.
I was greeted by the usual, "Oh my God, I'm like, on!" but I didn't take much notice of it.
I logged on to the Internet and began my search for the song that was gonna win me that prize!