Dear Diary, April 14th

Well, tonight was...interesting...My mother made me wear an evil dress..It was a red and black peasant one...Gross, but I still had to wear it...When our guests arrived, I saw Freddy, his nose still looked kind of red...He was also wearing a suit..It looked funny on him.

Within the first, ten minutes of dinner, I asked to be excused...I told my mother I wasn't feeling well...She actually believed me...So, I went up to my room, changed my clothes and put in my AC/DC CD...I've always liked rock music...My dad introduced it to me when I was a little girl..I love it.

After listening to about three songs on my CD..I heard a knock on my door...I told whoever it was to come in..Bad choice...It was Freddy. He first asked what I was listening to, I told him...He said that he came to check on me, I told him to leave..He asked me what was wrong:

Freddy: Are you really feeling sick or is it a lie? I'm leaning towards the lie part
Me: Cramps...They bite
Freddy: Gross, to much information...Are you kidding?
Me: Can't get anything past you, retard
Freddy: Ha ha, funny
Me: I was just trying to get away from you
Freddy: So..You don't think I'm hot? All other girls think I am
Me: That little world you live in certainly is filled with your overly large ego, Jones
Freddy: But..All girls like me
Me: Quit being egotistical

Right then, It happened...He kissed me on the lips..I don't know why he did it or how he got it past me, but he did...When he stopped, I slapped him across the face. He ran out of the room right then.

Sick...Gross...! Ick, I can't believe Jones kissed me..I think now I'm really going to be sick...What happened is never leaving my diary...It'd ruin my silent-brooding reputation..That would suck..

Ok, just between this dairy and I...The kiss wasn't that bad..It was actually kind of..nice..Not like I have any experience, It was my first..um..kiss...I don't have a crush on Jones now or anything...Let's just leave it at that.

Oh, yeah..I forgot to mention this...Mrs. Dunum, my teacher, is making everybody in class, write a meaningful poem...I already wrote it..It's a: angst/depressing/love poem...So, here it is:

I'm spinning, spinning, spinning, In a field of flowers.
Can't get hold.
The tears of blood start to heavily flow.
I start to fall down a dark pit.
My loneliness and fears taking over.
Hit rock bottom, hard and jagged.
Dying in a pool of crimson liquid.
Then I see you smile.
It lifts me up, to a place I've never been before.
Brings me back to life
I can smell the flowers now.
I have hold of something, something so sweet.
You are what I have hold on, I'm dependent on you.
You saved me..Your love helped me go on.
The flowers are filled with colors now; from ugly to beautiful; fragile to strong.
You helped the flowers bloom.
You're my savior, my salvation.
The reminder of what's left to come.
I know you'll always be there for me.
That's what saviors are for, and how saviors should be.

Pretty deep, huh? I wrote it like last year, when I was depressed or something...Well, that's all for now..I'll write tomorrow and tell you
what exciting new thing has happened in the world of Kathryn Isabella Brown.

Till later, Katie