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"Hey, honey, what's wrong?" Lizzie's mother, Jo asked annoyingly.
"Nothing, mom," Lizzie lied. She didn't feel like talking about Jenny right now. It was too soon.
"OK, well, do you want to help me unpack the living room?" Jo asked.
"Sure," Lizzie sighed, knowing that she'd never find anything else to do.
While unpacking the living room, Jo brought up the subject of Lizzie's new school.
"So how is school?" Jo asked, desperate for conversation.
"Fine," Lizzie lied. She knew what Jenny meant when she had said that you're not very welcomed when you first come. Lizzie was completely rejected by everybody else, except for one girl, Kayla, who had moved here a few days before her. Kayla is the only kid in the school that actually knows her name.
And she wasn't about to reveal all of this to her mother.
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Dear Diary,
Today was better than all of the days at my old school all put together.
I made the cheerleading team (I've been working on it ever since my last audition in grade 7, and now I'm actually really good.) Then Fiona (the most popular girl in school) came over and sat with me for lunch. She actually walked over!!! She's on the cheerleading team too, and during lunch she taught me some of the cheers. So it was she and I eating lunch together, with nobody else, and we were deep in conversation. The only bad part was when Kayla came over to see that her seat was taken, and she gave me a really horrible look of hatred. When I tried to explain and apologize later, she ignored me and walked away. It really hurt, and I'm still crying over it.
I'm going to go call Kayla to explain what happened.
~Lizzie
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Dear Diary,
Something happened to Lizzie, and I don't have anybody to talk to, so I'm writing it all down now.
Lizzie has been practising cheerleading lately. She showed me her audition routine once or twice, and now she's made the cheerleading team. As everybody knows, Fiona is also on the cheerleading team.
When I came late for lunch (I had to clean the chalkboard), Lizzie was in her usual spot, but a silvery-blonde girl already took the place that I usually sit at, beside her.
Fiona was in my spot.
For that one moment, that exact second, I had the strong desire to punch her. I really wanted to teach her to respect other people and not steal their lunch chair.
But it wasn't just that. Fiona and Lizzie were by themselves, deep in conversation. As I got closer, I heard that they were talking about cheerleading.
I had always seen Lizzie as a person who wasn't exactly popular, but she wasn't exactly a reject either. And she was happy about that.
It's like when you look in the mirror and think of things that you can improve about you. When Lizzie looks in the mirror, she probably says, "Wow, that shirt looks good on me," or "I really like how I did my hair and makeup today." She's completely confident in herself, and that's what I like about her.
But today was different. She had converted herself to a cheerleading snob, and I disliked her for it. She had always looked out for me and tried to keep us both from looking like loners. Now she didn't seem to care at all about me. She made me look like a loner in front of the entire school, so I stared until she looked up at me, while I was showing hatred all over my face. When I knew that she had seen me, I turned on my heel and went to sit with Allison.
That's the phone; I'd better go answer it.
~Kayla
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"Hey, honey, what's wrong?" Lizzie's mother, Jo asked annoyingly.
"Nothing, mom," Lizzie lied. She didn't feel like talking about Jenny right now. It was too soon.
"OK, well, do you want to help me unpack the living room?" Jo asked.
"Sure," Lizzie sighed, knowing that she'd never find anything else to do.
While unpacking the living room, Jo brought up the subject of Lizzie's new school.
"So how is school?" Jo asked, desperate for conversation.
"Fine," Lizzie lied. She knew what Jenny meant when she had said that you're not very welcomed when you first come. Lizzie was completely rejected by everybody else, except for one girl, Kayla, who had moved here a few days before her. Kayla is the only kid in the school that actually knows her name.
And she wasn't about to reveal all of this to her mother.
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Dear Diary,
Today was better than all of the days at my old school all put together.
I made the cheerleading team (I've been working on it ever since my last audition in grade 7, and now I'm actually really good.) Then Fiona (the most popular girl in school) came over and sat with me for lunch. She actually walked over!!! She's on the cheerleading team too, and during lunch she taught me some of the cheers. So it was she and I eating lunch together, with nobody else, and we were deep in conversation. The only bad part was when Kayla came over to see that her seat was taken, and she gave me a really horrible look of hatred. When I tried to explain and apologize later, she ignored me and walked away. It really hurt, and I'm still crying over it.
I'm going to go call Kayla to explain what happened.
~Lizzie
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Dear Diary,
Something happened to Lizzie, and I don't have anybody to talk to, so I'm writing it all down now.
Lizzie has been practising cheerleading lately. She showed me her audition routine once or twice, and now she's made the cheerleading team. As everybody knows, Fiona is also on the cheerleading team.
When I came late for lunch (I had to clean the chalkboard), Lizzie was in her usual spot, but a silvery-blonde girl already took the place that I usually sit at, beside her.
Fiona was in my spot.
For that one moment, that exact second, I had the strong desire to punch her. I really wanted to teach her to respect other people and not steal their lunch chair.
But it wasn't just that. Fiona and Lizzie were by themselves, deep in conversation. As I got closer, I heard that they were talking about cheerleading.
I had always seen Lizzie as a person who wasn't exactly popular, but she wasn't exactly a reject either. And she was happy about that.
It's like when you look in the mirror and think of things that you can improve about you. When Lizzie looks in the mirror, she probably says, "Wow, that shirt looks good on me," or "I really like how I did my hair and makeup today." She's completely confident in herself, and that's what I like about her.
But today was different. She had converted herself to a cheerleading snob, and I disliked her for it. She had always looked out for me and tried to keep us both from looking like loners. Now she didn't seem to care at all about me. She made me look like a loner in front of the entire school, so I stared until she looked up at me, while I was showing hatred all over my face. When I knew that she had seen me, I turned on my heel and went to sit with Allison.
That's the phone; I'd better go answer it.
~Kayla