Disclaimer: This characters aren't mine, I'm just borrowing them for the moment. I'll return them only after I've horribly scarred them for life.
Tip of the Iceberg Part IV
By Rhi
Dear Diary,
We lost our game .It was so horrible. The Slytherins "drew first blood" (scored the first goal), and we lost confidence from there.
The referee, Professor Sinistra called us on so many stupid things (I hope he gets castrated, falls from the Astronomy Tower and gets ravished by Fang.) I fell off my broom while passing the ball, smacked my head on the hard ground, almost got a bloody nose. Harry got hit in the face, and his glasses broke. Ginny got squished between two burly sixth years, and a reserve player got put in for her, and the reserve was pathetic, no enthusiasm whatsoever.
Everyone was not playing their collective best. While I feel sorry for our team, I feel the most sorry for the seventh graders, particularily Katie Bell, because we won't be here next year to try to win, and she always tried her hardest.
I cried. I was so upset that they scored, that I didn't get the Quaffle, that no one was seeming to care, that George wasn't helping with our Keeper problems, so I cried. Actually, I bawled. I was sobbing so hard George decided to take me off field. The idiot took Katie off, too-the finals and he started playing all of our reserves!
Cho was there, so I hugged her a lot. And Ginny and Angelina too.
Everyone said the game didn't really matter, but it did. We could have beaten them. We should have beaten them. It was the last and most important game-we were fine, but lost it when it really counted.
By the way, Katie was staring at me a lot, like trying to figure out what/ whom I was. I was so upset I didn't meet her gaze. The whole time during the school concert, which was horrible, I was semi-crying and thinking about writing something like:
It's amazing how one un-returned look can mess up your entire life.
She hates me now, I know it. Tears are a sign of weakness, something to hide, to do in private.
If only I'd stopped crying and looked back! God only knows what might have been, but it would have been preferential to whatever is happening now...
Stuff like that, I was so hoping to talk to her later, but she stayed down in the Hall with the twins and Lee.
***
Dear Diary,
Gah. I forgot that there's some special festival the seventh years have to go to.
At 5, we were supposed to wake up, but we all went back to sleep.
At 6, McGonogall came in with breakfast, and were horrified to see us all in our nightclothes. Evidently, everyone was already dressed and such.
So, we rushed around, pulling on skirts and blouses, applying eye shadow, lipstick, foundation, concealer, nail polish, etc. We downed our food and ran to the Great Hall. No one was there, except for Cho, little miss perfect. I really dislike her right now-it annoys me that anyone can look so perfect and happy at six thirty in the morning.
We sang for the judges, and they hated us. They humiliated us by making us do and say stupid things, they criticized everything, and couldn't come up with ONE SINGLE compliment except "Nice choice of songs. Too bad you screwed them all up."
We knew we were going to lose. After that, we watched random choirs sing and dance, ate hamburgers at a dingy shack, drove to an enchanted glade (everyone in the carriage slept while I fantasized about dancing with Katie), and milled around aimlessly for two hours.
I was so worried, because I saw her talking to the twins, glance at me, and grin sarcastically. I thought she had caught on, I was freaking out. (Argh, I was wearing that stupid coral halter top, and I forgot she hates it. I'll never wear it again!) I stayed far, far away until we got back to school.
For some teachers' conspiracy, all the seventh year guys left thirty minutes or so before us, and then we departed. We sang Vitamin C's "Graduation" song, it was very moving.
In the car with Angelina, and Cho, we sang and danced to many eighties songs. Then I started thinking about how all these songs applied to my current condition, and how I would never see her the same way as I see her now, if I ever saw her again, because Minnesota would change her, and such angsty thoughts. I started crying of course, but not loudly or obviously. Angelina noticed, of course-I think she has come to the conclusion I'm insane.
So, we returned to school. She was there, waiting for luggage with Fred and George. I got my bags, threw off my shoes, and ran around. I began to have a sugar high- being barefooted always does that to me, especially if I am running/ jumping/ dancing on stone.
Then, we all drifted off to sleep in the common rooms. Aww...
Alicia
Tip of the Iceberg Part IV
By Rhi
Dear Diary,
We lost our game .It was so horrible. The Slytherins "drew first blood" (scored the first goal), and we lost confidence from there.
The referee, Professor Sinistra called us on so many stupid things (I hope he gets castrated, falls from the Astronomy Tower and gets ravished by Fang.) I fell off my broom while passing the ball, smacked my head on the hard ground, almost got a bloody nose. Harry got hit in the face, and his glasses broke. Ginny got squished between two burly sixth years, and a reserve player got put in for her, and the reserve was pathetic, no enthusiasm whatsoever.
Everyone was not playing their collective best. While I feel sorry for our team, I feel the most sorry for the seventh graders, particularily Katie Bell, because we won't be here next year to try to win, and she always tried her hardest.
I cried. I was so upset that they scored, that I didn't get the Quaffle, that no one was seeming to care, that George wasn't helping with our Keeper problems, so I cried. Actually, I bawled. I was sobbing so hard George decided to take me off field. The idiot took Katie off, too-the finals and he started playing all of our reserves!
Cho was there, so I hugged her a lot. And Ginny and Angelina too.
Everyone said the game didn't really matter, but it did. We could have beaten them. We should have beaten them. It was the last and most important game-we were fine, but lost it when it really counted.
By the way, Katie was staring at me a lot, like trying to figure out what/ whom I was. I was so upset I didn't meet her gaze. The whole time during the school concert, which was horrible, I was semi-crying and thinking about writing something like:
It's amazing how one un-returned look can mess up your entire life.
She hates me now, I know it. Tears are a sign of weakness, something to hide, to do in private.
If only I'd stopped crying and looked back! God only knows what might have been, but it would have been preferential to whatever is happening now...
Stuff like that, I was so hoping to talk to her later, but she stayed down in the Hall with the twins and Lee.
***
Dear Diary,
Gah. I forgot that there's some special festival the seventh years have to go to.
At 5, we were supposed to wake up, but we all went back to sleep.
At 6, McGonogall came in with breakfast, and were horrified to see us all in our nightclothes. Evidently, everyone was already dressed and such.
So, we rushed around, pulling on skirts and blouses, applying eye shadow, lipstick, foundation, concealer, nail polish, etc. We downed our food and ran to the Great Hall. No one was there, except for Cho, little miss perfect. I really dislike her right now-it annoys me that anyone can look so perfect and happy at six thirty in the morning.
We sang for the judges, and they hated us. They humiliated us by making us do and say stupid things, they criticized everything, and couldn't come up with ONE SINGLE compliment except "Nice choice of songs. Too bad you screwed them all up."
We knew we were going to lose. After that, we watched random choirs sing and dance, ate hamburgers at a dingy shack, drove to an enchanted glade (everyone in the carriage slept while I fantasized about dancing with Katie), and milled around aimlessly for two hours.
I was so worried, because I saw her talking to the twins, glance at me, and grin sarcastically. I thought she had caught on, I was freaking out. (Argh, I was wearing that stupid coral halter top, and I forgot she hates it. I'll never wear it again!) I stayed far, far away until we got back to school.
For some teachers' conspiracy, all the seventh year guys left thirty minutes or so before us, and then we departed. We sang Vitamin C's "Graduation" song, it was very moving.
In the car with Angelina, and Cho, we sang and danced to many eighties songs. Then I started thinking about how all these songs applied to my current condition, and how I would never see her the same way as I see her now, if I ever saw her again, because Minnesota would change her, and such angsty thoughts. I started crying of course, but not loudly or obviously. Angelina noticed, of course-I think she has come to the conclusion I'm insane.
So, we returned to school. She was there, waiting for luggage with Fred and George. I got my bags, threw off my shoes, and ran around. I began to have a sugar high- being barefooted always does that to me, especially if I am running/ jumping/ dancing on stone.
Then, we all drifted off to sleep in the common rooms. Aww...
Alicia