03-21-05 Dear Diary,

I am so mad at, my so called friend, Stacey. I was walking down the hall with Pilis after our last class and she walks by with this older girl, Vi, and says "Hey shouldn't our little delinquent be in detention for some unmentionable deed?" Okay, granted I was heading to detention, and I couldn't mention the deed, but why would she say that? We got in an argument, yeah, but she's never been mean to me about stuff like this before. I really don't get what's going on with her, and I really don't know how to deal with it. We've fought hundreds of times, as all best friends do, but I just didn't expect it so soon while we are both adjusting to all this new stuff. It really hurts me and makes me so mad that I could just sock her.

Detention did not help my mood. Miss Summers is having me sharpen all the swords, axes, knives and sharp, metal weapon edges in the school supply. That means enough weapons for over two hundred warriors. At first I thought it was cool to hold all the instruments and imagine using them, but after about the tenth time I nicked myself on one of them it stopped being fun and turned into quite a tedious task. So I sat in there for an hour and only managed to finish one cabinet full out of eight. Miss Summers thanked me and said she would see me tomorrow. Gee, I can hardly wait.

Well, I guess there was one bright part of my day, I went to Mr. Wood's class during lunch to talk to him about journalism. He thought it was really great that I wanted to get into that and that he would give me any extra help I needed. Hmm, I think I'm going to need A LOT of extra help and a lot of out of class assistance. Heehee. He did mention that if I'm serious about journalism I need to stop spacing out during his class. All I could do was nod guiltily. While we were talking Mrs. Wood came in and wrapped her arms around him, it was torture. So much for my good moment of the day. I have to admit though, if any woman has to have him besides me, I'm glad it's Mrs. Wood. As I was leaving I heard her telling him she needed some assistance with her post slaying condition. I don't even want to know.

Well I got tried of getting glares from Stacey in our room so I'm going to go spend the night in Pilis and Duena's room where maybe I can relax a little.

~Abby~