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Lilly put the tan phone back on the reciever and scrambled madly among the sheets on her bed for her diary.
OH MY GOD!!!! YOU HAVE NOOOOO IDEA WHAT TINA JUST TOLD ME ON THE PHONE!!!! Well. For a while I've suspected that my bro reallllly likes Mia, in spite of her self-actualization problems. BUT. I had no idea that Mia really likes MY BROTHER. I mean, I sorta knew that she doesn't like Kenny. Sure, he's nice and sweet and everything, but still. definitely not date- material. WAY too awkward and gawky. You know, on the subject of date material, I really don't see why Mia doesn't think Boris is date material. He certainly is MUCH cuter, smarter, nicer, more thoughtful and funny and. But I digress. Anyway, it appears that Mia very nearly totally lost it in the girl's bathroom the other day, and spilled to Tina that she really likes my older brother. MAJOR SHOCK!!!!!!!! I don't think I can deal with my best friend and older brother going out. but I get so annoyed when people can't figure out the obvious, I think I'd better help Tina let them realize it. I'll have to take notes and team up with Tina to do SOMETHING to get those two dopes to open their (really incredibly oblivious) eyes to well-known facts. I better go call Tina. Actually, maybe Tina and I can get Judith involved, too- Michael tells her EVERYHTING, sooner or later. Wait, my brother's online. Have to go kick him off. Hmmm. when I went in, he blushed furiously and closed some file on his stupid computer, then clicked out of IM. Where he was instant messaging, guess who. my best friend. About me. All of the file that I saw was, 'Phew! Almost spilled the beans about the computer journal to my brat (Lilly)'. Well, excuse me, but I am most certainly NOT a brat. Spy, yes. Sister, yes. Matchmaker, sometimes. Dedicated champion for the truth and eventual improvement of the human race in New York, definitely. Brat, NO. Boy, am I ever going into his room tomorrow. I know most of his usual passwords, and since he's my brother, I can probably crack any password he makes. Betcha five bucks the password is something like 'hush' or 'pavlov' or 'brat'.
When she got home the next afternoon, Judith threw her backpack by the door, her books on the couch, then rolled her eyes and went back to the door and slung her backpack over one shoulder. She passed through the kitchen to grab a drink of water, raced up the stairs to her room to pick up the box of tissues and turquoise journal in there, then burst back out the door, yelling "I'm going to the park" to her mother before letting the screen door slam behind her. She started writing, sniffing often and occasionally wiping her nose and eyes on tissues.
You know those days where you wake up sort of disoriented, and everything goes downhill from there? When you can't find your shoes and your cat got in a fight and starts throwing up at five in the morning and you panic because you forgot that you put your math homework in your English binder and can't find it and there is nothing in the house fit for lunch and your sister took your shirt, hair clips, brush, and lunchbox with all of the ice packs in it and then you get stuck in traffic on the way to school and you couldn't find enough information on your History project last night, so you'll have more to do today, and when you get to school everything keeps on getting worse?
What about the WEEKS when you get six hours of sleep because your stupid English partners won't do any of their work, so you stay up late doing it for them and you miss three days of math because of doctor's appointments and extra study time for another class and as a result you're failing because of all the missed assignments and every day is a disoriented day? That's what it's been like for a while. Everything's just falling apart at the seams. When I started eating lunch in a teacher's room in seventh grade, I never dreamed that I would find some teacher who would put up with me reading and eating in their room all through high school, because I didn't really fit in the cafeteria. Lana's table is, of course, not an option, neither is Mia and Lilly's, because they're all sitting there in freshman bliss with their friends and boyfriends. I can't sit at all the various miscellaneous tables full of old friends and assorted people who have, say, third and fourth periods together. I can't even sit at the Computer Club table very often, because I'm the only one who doesn't have a passionate life-long love affair going on with my computer, occasionally cheating on it (I swear this is true: at least a third of the CC members gave their computers names and personalities) with another modem.
I guess I'm just having an ugly. really long period of time. My hair feels greasy and flat, my glasses are dirty and are making my nose oily, none of my clothes seem to look nice, my latest orthodontical torture instrument is causing blisters on my cheeks (both of them- and do you realize that the only years that I have not had something metal in my mouth have been sixth grade, which I really don't even want to think about, and my sophmore year, which was just blah?), I feel too fat or too short or too tall or too busty or too awkward or just too plain. And I don't even have anything to read. I think I'll go to the library, then to Michael's to work on that program. Or maybe I can stop by the bookstore on my way to an errand. Oh, well, here I go. I think that I have a couple 'comfort books' in my backpack.I took Portrait of a Lady to school a couple days ago, and some Jane Austen, and then there's always Janet Evanovitch, if I'm up for it. sigh. Double sigh. Ugh. I have to actually leave now, who knows how much Michael has managed to mess up my plans between the end of school and now.
A young, very thin and delicate-looking girl walked up to where Judith was staring morosely at the cover of her journal, half-heartedly flipping the pages. Long, slightly wavy amber (a/n, it's an inside joke, but: SEE, HARP? I REMEMBER!) hair rippled almost all the way down her back, pulled back in a half-ponytail. Seeing Judith, she called out to her. Judith looked up, hurriedly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. The short girl walked up to Judith and sat down next to her, putting her arm around Judith. "Something wrong?" Judith looked up at her as if she were crazy or blind, or possibly both (a/n- I do this a lot to the actual person, Harper, too) and said, just to clarify, "Yeah, I might possibly guess so." The girl just smiled a bit, and said "Anything in particular, or just life in general?" Judith looked up, surprised. "Hey! That's what I always say, Helen!" Helen smiled, then grabbed Judith's arm and started walking her along one of the paths out of Central Park. "Come on, Judith, I've got something to tell you about some guys at Trinity. Let's go to Ho's Deli."
A/N- oooo TWO author's notes in ONE chapter! I must really want you guys to review! (hint, hint, hint, hint, hint). There's this nifty little button that says 'go' right next to this other really nifty button that says 'submit review', and if you click on 'go' up will pop this nifty little box! Isn't that nifty? Whew, overdose of nifties there. Pleeeeease, I review for you. if you write Ron/Hermione Harry Potter fics. but I have reviewed PD fics, too! Just not really recently! REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't own the rights to the words in ANY books, sadly. But you know, you can really cheer me up with a review!
Lilly put the tan phone back on the reciever and scrambled madly among the sheets on her bed for her diary.
OH MY GOD!!!! YOU HAVE NOOOOO IDEA WHAT TINA JUST TOLD ME ON THE PHONE!!!! Well. For a while I've suspected that my bro reallllly likes Mia, in spite of her self-actualization problems. BUT. I had no idea that Mia really likes MY BROTHER. I mean, I sorta knew that she doesn't like Kenny. Sure, he's nice and sweet and everything, but still. definitely not date- material. WAY too awkward and gawky. You know, on the subject of date material, I really don't see why Mia doesn't think Boris is date material. He certainly is MUCH cuter, smarter, nicer, more thoughtful and funny and. But I digress. Anyway, it appears that Mia very nearly totally lost it in the girl's bathroom the other day, and spilled to Tina that she really likes my older brother. MAJOR SHOCK!!!!!!!! I don't think I can deal with my best friend and older brother going out. but I get so annoyed when people can't figure out the obvious, I think I'd better help Tina let them realize it. I'll have to take notes and team up with Tina to do SOMETHING to get those two dopes to open their (really incredibly oblivious) eyes to well-known facts. I better go call Tina. Actually, maybe Tina and I can get Judith involved, too- Michael tells her EVERYHTING, sooner or later. Wait, my brother's online. Have to go kick him off. Hmmm. when I went in, he blushed furiously and closed some file on his stupid computer, then clicked out of IM. Where he was instant messaging, guess who. my best friend. About me. All of the file that I saw was, 'Phew! Almost spilled the beans about the computer journal to my brat (Lilly)'. Well, excuse me, but I am most certainly NOT a brat. Spy, yes. Sister, yes. Matchmaker, sometimes. Dedicated champion for the truth and eventual improvement of the human race in New York, definitely. Brat, NO. Boy, am I ever going into his room tomorrow. I know most of his usual passwords, and since he's my brother, I can probably crack any password he makes. Betcha five bucks the password is something like 'hush' or 'pavlov' or 'brat'.
When she got home the next afternoon, Judith threw her backpack by the door, her books on the couch, then rolled her eyes and went back to the door and slung her backpack over one shoulder. She passed through the kitchen to grab a drink of water, raced up the stairs to her room to pick up the box of tissues and turquoise journal in there, then burst back out the door, yelling "I'm going to the park" to her mother before letting the screen door slam behind her. She started writing, sniffing often and occasionally wiping her nose and eyes on tissues.
You know those days where you wake up sort of disoriented, and everything goes downhill from there? When you can't find your shoes and your cat got in a fight and starts throwing up at five in the morning and you panic because you forgot that you put your math homework in your English binder and can't find it and there is nothing in the house fit for lunch and your sister took your shirt, hair clips, brush, and lunchbox with all of the ice packs in it and then you get stuck in traffic on the way to school and you couldn't find enough information on your History project last night, so you'll have more to do today, and when you get to school everything keeps on getting worse?
What about the WEEKS when you get six hours of sleep because your stupid English partners won't do any of their work, so you stay up late doing it for them and you miss three days of math because of doctor's appointments and extra study time for another class and as a result you're failing because of all the missed assignments and every day is a disoriented day? That's what it's been like for a while. Everything's just falling apart at the seams. When I started eating lunch in a teacher's room in seventh grade, I never dreamed that I would find some teacher who would put up with me reading and eating in their room all through high school, because I didn't really fit in the cafeteria. Lana's table is, of course, not an option, neither is Mia and Lilly's, because they're all sitting there in freshman bliss with their friends and boyfriends. I can't sit at all the various miscellaneous tables full of old friends and assorted people who have, say, third and fourth periods together. I can't even sit at the Computer Club table very often, because I'm the only one who doesn't have a passionate life-long love affair going on with my computer, occasionally cheating on it (I swear this is true: at least a third of the CC members gave their computers names and personalities) with another modem.
I guess I'm just having an ugly. really long period of time. My hair feels greasy and flat, my glasses are dirty and are making my nose oily, none of my clothes seem to look nice, my latest orthodontical torture instrument is causing blisters on my cheeks (both of them- and do you realize that the only years that I have not had something metal in my mouth have been sixth grade, which I really don't even want to think about, and my sophmore year, which was just blah?), I feel too fat or too short or too tall or too busty or too awkward or just too plain. And I don't even have anything to read. I think I'll go to the library, then to Michael's to work on that program. Or maybe I can stop by the bookstore on my way to an errand. Oh, well, here I go. I think that I have a couple 'comfort books' in my backpack.I took Portrait of a Lady to school a couple days ago, and some Jane Austen, and then there's always Janet Evanovitch, if I'm up for it. sigh. Double sigh. Ugh. I have to actually leave now, who knows how much Michael has managed to mess up my plans between the end of school and now.
A young, very thin and delicate-looking girl walked up to where Judith was staring morosely at the cover of her journal, half-heartedly flipping the pages. Long, slightly wavy amber (a/n, it's an inside joke, but: SEE, HARP? I REMEMBER!) hair rippled almost all the way down her back, pulled back in a half-ponytail. Seeing Judith, she called out to her. Judith looked up, hurriedly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. The short girl walked up to Judith and sat down next to her, putting her arm around Judith. "Something wrong?" Judith looked up at her as if she were crazy or blind, or possibly both (a/n- I do this a lot to the actual person, Harper, too) and said, just to clarify, "Yeah, I might possibly guess so." The girl just smiled a bit, and said "Anything in particular, or just life in general?" Judith looked up, surprised. "Hey! That's what I always say, Helen!" Helen smiled, then grabbed Judith's arm and started walking her along one of the paths out of Central Park. "Come on, Judith, I've got something to tell you about some guys at Trinity. Let's go to Ho's Deli."
A/N- oooo TWO author's notes in ONE chapter! I must really want you guys to review! (hint, hint, hint, hint, hint). There's this nifty little button that says 'go' right next to this other really nifty button that says 'submit review', and if you click on 'go' up will pop this nifty little box! Isn't that nifty? Whew, overdose of nifties there. Pleeeeease, I review for you. if you write Ron/Hermione Harry Potter fics. but I have reviewed PD fics, too! Just not really recently! REVIEW!
