Authors note: Ok, so - this is my first story so don't expect it to be
really any good.
Disclaimers: these characters are not mine, please don't sue me!
Warnings: yaoi - a bit to obviously, shounen ai, citrus content varys,
angst, not really any sap but im not sure what to call it, its almost like
sap but more like angsty sap. ish.
All of the above attains to this and all other chapters added to this, just
so I don't have to say it 50 million times.
August 27 Diary,
I feel so stupid writing that, my parents said it would be good for me to write a diary, I suspect it is for their reading purposes to get a 'better view on the insides of my life and soul'. Never the less its something to do, for at least as long as the remaining summer days last. Summer is my least favorite time of year, I happen to like school, knowledge is the key to wisdom, and wisdom is power. In summer you can't go learn everyday like you can in school, the library is good but librarians don't hand out assignments and libraries don't keep math or chemistry books around, after all the social sciences, biology, physics, and literature are gone all that's left is the entertainment sections and those don't have any value other than just that, to entertain. I'm going to a new school this year, again. We've moved around so much in the last couple of years it's beginning to catch up with me. All I can say is at least this time I'm starting at the beginning. We went for the interview last week (to make sure I am a suitable student for their 'prestige' school), the name of the school is Romfeller High, it seems like a nice place but what school has ever lived up to the reputation the instructors give it, maybe if I sit in the back of the class people wont throw so many spitballs at me - Ingrates.
August 28 Diary,
Today I have attained my course sheet from the mail although not before my parents did and decided to open it for me. Fifteen minutes of them blathering about what good choices I made and what changes I should ask for to make it better and I was ready to smother them. Do they not realize that what they want for me is irrelevant? Getting back to my original point I quite like my courses for this year. In the first semester I have English, Math, Gym and Ancient cultures. Second semester I have Physics, Socials, French and Career planning. I think they arrangement will work very well for my needs. School starts on September second; it will be so good to get back to my studies.
August 29 Diary,
Only one significant event happened to day, my family was on our way to the supermarket and witnessed a fatal car accident, there were three vehicles involved, one was making a perfectly legal left turn and the second vehicle sped into the intersection smashing into him at what must have been 100 - 110 kmph and skidded them both into the hood of the car in the left turn lane across from them, if we had been any earlier it could have been us in that lane. The first vehicle had been hit from both sides with so much impact that it was close to flat and all three people inside were dead, it was a good thing nothing exploded or everyone in the intersection would be dead or close to it. The police took our names and address for eyewitness accounts in court, that should be a rather interesting addition to the year.
August 30 Diary,
Saturday, it used to be the day of sugared cereal with milk and sugar, and watching cartoons until noon, but what is it now? What is it now that I know and avoid the ugly effects of sugar and mindless television? On the good side it's another day for studying, on the bad side its summer rendering the day another useless 24 hours in which to sit bored out of my mind when I run out of chores. I would like to get a job but my parents have made it very clear that they do not want me to get a job until I am in college and really need it. On the good side it's another day closer to the beginning of the school year and on the bad side I still have two more to go, but two days is a lot better than two months. I have wondered, over the hours, what Romfeller is going to be like. Every high school I have been to over the last three years has been so different. All school seem to have a forte, one school might be really accomplished in football but another may be good at music and another at academics but every one has all of those things, just in smaller recognition than the school in which that particular thing is its forte. In the high school I started with, back with all my friends that I had known for so long, the forte was academics, that's why I fit in there so well, when we moved the second school I went to was well known for drama, the third was for art, the fourth for its rugby program, and the fifth for the track team. I would hope that this one is something I can fit with but hope lies, besides if I was really happy here we would probably be forced to move.
August 31 Diary,
I believe that I am beginning to feel nervous, I keep worrying about whether people will like me or not, and if I will make any friends here. This is strange since I have never worried about that before, I have thought hard on this issue and my conclusion is that I am turning to this issue because I feel like will be here for a while, the house has settled down and with the other conflicts no longer obtruding my mind smaller issues like friends have risen to take their place. I do not understand, though, why I should worry about friends, I am quite certain that I will have none as people find me to logical and dedicated to my studies to be bothered with. I have been labeled everything you can imagine, 'nerd', 'bookworm', 'geek', someone even posted a kick me sign on my back. I know that I will have no friends, maybe I am really worried about how mean my enemies will be. It is hard to tell, I am sure that once I am immersed school work I will forget insignificant whims like this, I don't have time for friends anyway if I want to get into a good college and be able to support myself. That's final, no questions, all this worrying is merely the effects of boredom on my psyche.
August 27 Diary,
I feel so stupid writing that, my parents said it would be good for me to write a diary, I suspect it is for their reading purposes to get a 'better view on the insides of my life and soul'. Never the less its something to do, for at least as long as the remaining summer days last. Summer is my least favorite time of year, I happen to like school, knowledge is the key to wisdom, and wisdom is power. In summer you can't go learn everyday like you can in school, the library is good but librarians don't hand out assignments and libraries don't keep math or chemistry books around, after all the social sciences, biology, physics, and literature are gone all that's left is the entertainment sections and those don't have any value other than just that, to entertain. I'm going to a new school this year, again. We've moved around so much in the last couple of years it's beginning to catch up with me. All I can say is at least this time I'm starting at the beginning. We went for the interview last week (to make sure I am a suitable student for their 'prestige' school), the name of the school is Romfeller High, it seems like a nice place but what school has ever lived up to the reputation the instructors give it, maybe if I sit in the back of the class people wont throw so many spitballs at me - Ingrates.
August 28 Diary,
Today I have attained my course sheet from the mail although not before my parents did and decided to open it for me. Fifteen minutes of them blathering about what good choices I made and what changes I should ask for to make it better and I was ready to smother them. Do they not realize that what they want for me is irrelevant? Getting back to my original point I quite like my courses for this year. In the first semester I have English, Math, Gym and Ancient cultures. Second semester I have Physics, Socials, French and Career planning. I think they arrangement will work very well for my needs. School starts on September second; it will be so good to get back to my studies.
August 29 Diary,
Only one significant event happened to day, my family was on our way to the supermarket and witnessed a fatal car accident, there were three vehicles involved, one was making a perfectly legal left turn and the second vehicle sped into the intersection smashing into him at what must have been 100 - 110 kmph and skidded them both into the hood of the car in the left turn lane across from them, if we had been any earlier it could have been us in that lane. The first vehicle had been hit from both sides with so much impact that it was close to flat and all three people inside were dead, it was a good thing nothing exploded or everyone in the intersection would be dead or close to it. The police took our names and address for eyewitness accounts in court, that should be a rather interesting addition to the year.
August 30 Diary,
Saturday, it used to be the day of sugared cereal with milk and sugar, and watching cartoons until noon, but what is it now? What is it now that I know and avoid the ugly effects of sugar and mindless television? On the good side it's another day for studying, on the bad side its summer rendering the day another useless 24 hours in which to sit bored out of my mind when I run out of chores. I would like to get a job but my parents have made it very clear that they do not want me to get a job until I am in college and really need it. On the good side it's another day closer to the beginning of the school year and on the bad side I still have two more to go, but two days is a lot better than two months. I have wondered, over the hours, what Romfeller is going to be like. Every high school I have been to over the last three years has been so different. All school seem to have a forte, one school might be really accomplished in football but another may be good at music and another at academics but every one has all of those things, just in smaller recognition than the school in which that particular thing is its forte. In the high school I started with, back with all my friends that I had known for so long, the forte was academics, that's why I fit in there so well, when we moved the second school I went to was well known for drama, the third was for art, the fourth for its rugby program, and the fifth for the track team. I would hope that this one is something I can fit with but hope lies, besides if I was really happy here we would probably be forced to move.
August 31 Diary,
I believe that I am beginning to feel nervous, I keep worrying about whether people will like me or not, and if I will make any friends here. This is strange since I have never worried about that before, I have thought hard on this issue and my conclusion is that I am turning to this issue because I feel like will be here for a while, the house has settled down and with the other conflicts no longer obtruding my mind smaller issues like friends have risen to take their place. I do not understand, though, why I should worry about friends, I am quite certain that I will have none as people find me to logical and dedicated to my studies to be bothered with. I have been labeled everything you can imagine, 'nerd', 'bookworm', 'geek', someone even posted a kick me sign on my back. I know that I will have no friends, maybe I am really worried about how mean my enemies will be. It is hard to tell, I am sure that once I am immersed school work I will forget insignificant whims like this, I don't have time for friends anyway if I want to get into a good college and be able to support myself. That's final, no questions, all this worrying is merely the effects of boredom on my psyche.