A.N: Heh, I know the last chapter bamboozled me because I said that she got
suspended but it was the last day before the Christmas holidays. So, what I
really meant was, she was suspended from school for 6 days- making her go
back to school on January 9th instead of 3rd. I hope I made it clearer for
those of you who were utterly dumbfounded and/or confused.
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December 19(still)
5:34 p.m.
When I first got inside Robbie's house (his parents are on a business trip again), he led me towards his kitchen. To my amazement, it was old fashioned. I busied myself with a funny looking hamburger meat masher (I don't know why they eat cows). It kind of looked like a hammer, with one smooth side, and the other side is all rough and bumpy and pokey outey. So it's not really a hammer. It's a hamburer. Ha, ha ha. I laughed my self silly in front of Robbie.
"What's so funny, Gee?" He asked, staring at me.
"It's a hamburer! It's.. a hammer that mashes hamburger meat! Therefore it is a hamburer!" I kept howling, and he laughed too. "You say the funniest and most peculiar things, Georgia." Robbie walked over to me, and put his hands on my shoulders, "Really?" I asked, only when he got really close my voice cracked.
"Yea." He said, and kissed me.
It was a good kiss. A Robbie-kind-of-kiss. A kiss that I hope will leave a stain.
He did the pressure varying system technique again, and we open mouthed it, and there was a lot more tongue than usual. It was yumyumyumyumyumyum! And FAB! Yum-fab. I should be a comedian.
6:43 p.m.
Mmm. Robbie makes the best spaghetti. That's what we had for dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs.
It was good. Robbie was good.
Robbie is good.
I love Robbie.
And his extreme sexiosity.
Yes.
Robbie is the best cook.
I wonder what it would be like to be sharing a plate of spaghetti with him. Like Lady and the Tramp. We both have the same noodle and then we snog.
Hahahahaha.
I'm a riot.
7:24 p.m.
Libbs greeted me with her usual pooey knickers lying under my blanket when I got home.
"Bad boy! Ginger eat the milk pops!" Libby said, waving her Barbie at me. I bent down to pick her up, but she poked me in the eye.
"Libby- Don't poke Georgia in the eye!" Mutti said, because she was behind me with groceries. Pooey groceries. "Georgie, could you be a pumpkin and go get the rest?" Mum said, dashing off to the kitchen.
"Sure, sure. Only I'm not orange. But my nose is big enough. I could paint it orange. And then I would be Georgia the Pumpkin Nosed girl." I grumbled When I got outside, a body from the side of the house came flying at me and I was pinned to the ground. I managed to see who it was before getting temporarily knocked out.
Cousin James. "Hiya Georgia!" He said, in his weird perky voice.
"Uhhhhnnnggggggnnnn, Hullo, James." I said, and pushed him off. "I've got to unload groceries right now, so shoo. You can wait for me in the family room."
7:43 p.m.
Cousin James wanted to play 'Cuddly Bears' in the dark again. But I thought we were a bit old. "Please, Georgia? I still like Cuddly Bears." He whined, and mutti was walking past when he said that. "Georgia, play with you cousin." She said sharply, and vati followed her soon after. "Yes, Gee-gee, play with dear James." He said also.
8:23 p.m.
James kissed my neck in the dark. It scared me so I ran to the other side of my bedroom, but he was in close pursuit. I was cornered. He kissed me. On the lips. Incest. My family is bonkers. We live in the glorious land of bonkdom. But still. James kissed me. That's not right. Bloody incest, I tell you.
8:35 p.m.
Whooooo! Robbie came over! And James backed off!
He stayed for dinner only because I muttered something in my jelloid way. "My mutti and vati would like to meet you." I said, but they didn't even know who he was. "Oh. Well, I'd love to meet.. your mutti and vati." He said. "Mum and dad." James piped in. "My auntie and uncle." Robbie eyed him with his dark blue eyes. Yum. Robbie. "You can stay for dinner." I offered, and he accepted. Yesssss! Mutti and vati will be proud.
9:24 p.m.
Robbie's still here- mutti and vati like him a lot. Must go, time for some snogging.
Midnight
James is asleep on the floor beside my bed. Why does he have to sleep in my room? And Libby is sleeping at the foot of my bed. No privacy or consideration. Poo. And pig bums.
1:02 a.m.
James' hand was somehow on my cheek when I woke up.
2:53 a.m.
James' hand is once again on my cheek.
4:56 a.m.
Two hours later and he has his foot on my basoomas.
Cousincest. Haha, like my new word for cousin-incest? Cousincest. Nice, eh?
5:00 a.m.
If I move I might wake James up. He's got both feet on my huge nunga- nungas.
5:02 a.m.
Libby's feet are on my nunga-nungas too, now.
5:06 a.m.
James woke up and is gone to the loo.
Libby's feet are still on my basoomas.
Lord Buddha, please help me.
7:09 a.m.
Woke up with James' mouth on mine.
It was horror.
7:24 a.m.
James told me he liked me. A lot. I ran out of the room screaming "BLOODY INCESTICAL MURDER!!!" and my mum thought I lost my marbles- well she doesn't know what James does in the dark.
7:25 a.m.
Mutti told me not to say "testicle" in front of James and Libby. James is almost 16, what in the name of pantyhose is she smoking?
8:13 a.m.
Ugh. Over breakfast James showed me his chewed up food. And then he made weird snogging noises with the back of his hand.
8:42 a.m.
Save me from this hellhole of loonies.
Heh.. well.. wait for chappy 3, m'dears.. Okay I'll cut the crap now.
Cousincest! Muahahahaha.
Olly.
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December 19(still)
5:34 p.m.
When I first got inside Robbie's house (his parents are on a business trip again), he led me towards his kitchen. To my amazement, it was old fashioned. I busied myself with a funny looking hamburger meat masher (I don't know why they eat cows). It kind of looked like a hammer, with one smooth side, and the other side is all rough and bumpy and pokey outey. So it's not really a hammer. It's a hamburer. Ha, ha ha. I laughed my self silly in front of Robbie.
"What's so funny, Gee?" He asked, staring at me.
"It's a hamburer! It's.. a hammer that mashes hamburger meat! Therefore it is a hamburer!" I kept howling, and he laughed too. "You say the funniest and most peculiar things, Georgia." Robbie walked over to me, and put his hands on my shoulders, "Really?" I asked, only when he got really close my voice cracked.
"Yea." He said, and kissed me.
It was a good kiss. A Robbie-kind-of-kiss. A kiss that I hope will leave a stain.
He did the pressure varying system technique again, and we open mouthed it, and there was a lot more tongue than usual. It was yumyumyumyumyumyum! And FAB! Yum-fab. I should be a comedian.
6:43 p.m.
Mmm. Robbie makes the best spaghetti. That's what we had for dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs.
It was good. Robbie was good.
Robbie is good.
I love Robbie.
And his extreme sexiosity.
Yes.
Robbie is the best cook.
I wonder what it would be like to be sharing a plate of spaghetti with him. Like Lady and the Tramp. We both have the same noodle and then we snog.
Hahahahaha.
I'm a riot.
7:24 p.m.
Libbs greeted me with her usual pooey knickers lying under my blanket when I got home.
"Bad boy! Ginger eat the milk pops!" Libby said, waving her Barbie at me. I bent down to pick her up, but she poked me in the eye.
"Libby- Don't poke Georgia in the eye!" Mutti said, because she was behind me with groceries. Pooey groceries. "Georgie, could you be a pumpkin and go get the rest?" Mum said, dashing off to the kitchen.
"Sure, sure. Only I'm not orange. But my nose is big enough. I could paint it orange. And then I would be Georgia the Pumpkin Nosed girl." I grumbled When I got outside, a body from the side of the house came flying at me and I was pinned to the ground. I managed to see who it was before getting temporarily knocked out.
Cousin James. "Hiya Georgia!" He said, in his weird perky voice.
"Uhhhhnnnggggggnnnn, Hullo, James." I said, and pushed him off. "I've got to unload groceries right now, so shoo. You can wait for me in the family room."
7:43 p.m.
Cousin James wanted to play 'Cuddly Bears' in the dark again. But I thought we were a bit old. "Please, Georgia? I still like Cuddly Bears." He whined, and mutti was walking past when he said that. "Georgia, play with you cousin." She said sharply, and vati followed her soon after. "Yes, Gee-gee, play with dear James." He said also.
8:23 p.m.
James kissed my neck in the dark. It scared me so I ran to the other side of my bedroom, but he was in close pursuit. I was cornered. He kissed me. On the lips. Incest. My family is bonkers. We live in the glorious land of bonkdom. But still. James kissed me. That's not right. Bloody incest, I tell you.
8:35 p.m.
Whooooo! Robbie came over! And James backed off!
He stayed for dinner only because I muttered something in my jelloid way. "My mutti and vati would like to meet you." I said, but they didn't even know who he was. "Oh. Well, I'd love to meet.. your mutti and vati." He said. "Mum and dad." James piped in. "My auntie and uncle." Robbie eyed him with his dark blue eyes. Yum. Robbie. "You can stay for dinner." I offered, and he accepted. Yesssss! Mutti and vati will be proud.
9:24 p.m.
Robbie's still here- mutti and vati like him a lot. Must go, time for some snogging.
Midnight
James is asleep on the floor beside my bed. Why does he have to sleep in my room? And Libby is sleeping at the foot of my bed. No privacy or consideration. Poo. And pig bums.
1:02 a.m.
James' hand was somehow on my cheek when I woke up.
2:53 a.m.
James' hand is once again on my cheek.
4:56 a.m.
Two hours later and he has his foot on my basoomas.
Cousincest. Haha, like my new word for cousin-incest? Cousincest. Nice, eh?
5:00 a.m.
If I move I might wake James up. He's got both feet on my huge nunga- nungas.
5:02 a.m.
Libby's feet are on my nunga-nungas too, now.
5:06 a.m.
James woke up and is gone to the loo.
Libby's feet are still on my basoomas.
Lord Buddha, please help me.
7:09 a.m.
Woke up with James' mouth on mine.
It was horror.
7:24 a.m.
James told me he liked me. A lot. I ran out of the room screaming "BLOODY INCESTICAL MURDER!!!" and my mum thought I lost my marbles- well she doesn't know what James does in the dark.
7:25 a.m.
Mutti told me not to say "testicle" in front of James and Libby. James is almost 16, what in the name of pantyhose is she smoking?
8:13 a.m.
Ugh. Over breakfast James showed me his chewed up food. And then he made weird snogging noises with the back of his hand.
8:42 a.m.
Save me from this hellhole of loonies.
Heh.. well.. wait for chappy 3, m'dears.. Okay I'll cut the crap now.
Cousincest! Muahahahaha.
Olly.