September 8
Diary,
The weekend was all the same, nothing very exciting actually went on but my
head is still spinning from the fact that someone actually talked to me. I
cannot remember his name but I plan to find out today. This is the most
excited I have felt since before we left china. I really miss it, and my
friends, I miss my life. Why is it that every time I think I have things
figured out something happens that changes everything I so carefully pieced
together?
Diary,
His name is Quatre; he wants me to join his group for lunch.
September 9 Diary, Yesterday evening at dinner my parents asked if I was 'writing that diary 'that my psychologist said I should. I told them 'Yes' and was answered with a careful 'oh'. Now I know for sure they were planning to read it. Parents. I have not yet told them that I have a friend in school; it would only lead to too many questions that I do not need to answer. Diary, I have phoned home to inform then of my being late due to extra study time with my math teacher. That's a laugh. I have been learning from the book and I have excelled three days further than the rest of the class should be, from what I gather they seem to be two days behind schedule. Gym was first today and Quatre pointed out where to meet him at lunch. I though I was going to get there before him because I walked so fast but he was already there when I arrived. They eat lunch in an alcove off of a set of stairs there is a door to outside there but not too many people use it other than them. Speaking of them, obviously there is Quatre, he has brilliant blonde hair, blue eyes, dresses moderately, t-shirt and pants, and he is very nice, calm too which surprises me because of the two others that sit with him, Duo and Heero. Duo is very high spirited, he has the longest hair I have every seen on a male, his braid reaches down past his hips, I believe, it is rather hard to tell when he is jumping around for the whole lunch block. Heero, on the other hand, is quiet most of the time but when a boy in a younger grade walked by and insulted Duo by saying he 'liked to be whipped with that sissy braid' of his Heero became rather very angry very fast, he stood up and pinned to boy to the wall and told him if he ever walked this way again there would be a string of terrible things that I can barely remember they were so shocking happen to him. In general he meant that he would make the poor boys life a living hell. Heero is kind of scary; I don't think he smiles very much which is such a contrast to Duo and Quatre's happy demeanors. Also, I apparently have math with Duo, which figures although something I would not have thought is that he is farther than me in our textbook.
September 10 Diary, I don't know how I could not have noticed it before but my parents are so nosey, last night they must have asked me at least 50 questions about my 'extra study' yesterday after school and on top of that they have booked a psychiatrist every Sunday for the next three months without even consulting me. They would not even give me a reason when I asked. Diary, I hate being the new person.
September 11 Diary, Yesterday was as wonderful and weird as the whole week has been, the only thing that bothers me is the fact that I am new; the rest of the group has been here since grade 8 and have a multitude of memories and inside jokes. It will just take time; eventually I will be 'in' on something.
September 12 Diary, Duo has found me in math and we now sit together, I don't know how I could not have seen him before as I try to be very observant. The same goes for Heero, he is in my ancient cultures class, and we had a very interesting debate over the Mongolians and their original decent yesterday at lunch. Heero can be very passionate when he finds the means to talk.
September 9 Diary, Yesterday evening at dinner my parents asked if I was 'writing that diary 'that my psychologist said I should. I told them 'Yes' and was answered with a careful 'oh'. Now I know for sure they were planning to read it. Parents. I have not yet told them that I have a friend in school; it would only lead to too many questions that I do not need to answer. Diary, I have phoned home to inform then of my being late due to extra study time with my math teacher. That's a laugh. I have been learning from the book and I have excelled three days further than the rest of the class should be, from what I gather they seem to be two days behind schedule. Gym was first today and Quatre pointed out where to meet him at lunch. I though I was going to get there before him because I walked so fast but he was already there when I arrived. They eat lunch in an alcove off of a set of stairs there is a door to outside there but not too many people use it other than them. Speaking of them, obviously there is Quatre, he has brilliant blonde hair, blue eyes, dresses moderately, t-shirt and pants, and he is very nice, calm too which surprises me because of the two others that sit with him, Duo and Heero. Duo is very high spirited, he has the longest hair I have every seen on a male, his braid reaches down past his hips, I believe, it is rather hard to tell when he is jumping around for the whole lunch block. Heero, on the other hand, is quiet most of the time but when a boy in a younger grade walked by and insulted Duo by saying he 'liked to be whipped with that sissy braid' of his Heero became rather very angry very fast, he stood up and pinned to boy to the wall and told him if he ever walked this way again there would be a string of terrible things that I can barely remember they were so shocking happen to him. In general he meant that he would make the poor boys life a living hell. Heero is kind of scary; I don't think he smiles very much which is such a contrast to Duo and Quatre's happy demeanors. Also, I apparently have math with Duo, which figures although something I would not have thought is that he is farther than me in our textbook.
September 10 Diary, I don't know how I could not have noticed it before but my parents are so nosey, last night they must have asked me at least 50 questions about my 'extra study' yesterday after school and on top of that they have booked a psychiatrist every Sunday for the next three months without even consulting me. They would not even give me a reason when I asked. Diary, I hate being the new person.
September 11 Diary, Yesterday was as wonderful and weird as the whole week has been, the only thing that bothers me is the fact that I am new; the rest of the group has been here since grade 8 and have a multitude of memories and inside jokes. It will just take time; eventually I will be 'in' on something.
September 12 Diary, Duo has found me in math and we now sit together, I don't know how I could not have seen him before as I try to be very observant. The same goes for Heero, he is in my ancient cultures class, and we had a very interesting debate over the Mongolians and their original decent yesterday at lunch. Heero can be very passionate when he finds the means to talk.