The Private Diaries of Kat Stratford
Author's Note: Well…here we are at chapter three already! Woohoo! An astronomically sized thank you to my reviewers:
Renee, thank you for your review! I really appreciate the fact that you think I should continue this!
Laura, thank you for your kind insight and that you like how the story is in diary form and from Kat's POV…
Professor Weasley, as my first reviewer, you hold the honour of being the first person to compliment me on this story…I thank you.
I realize that the chapters are rather short, but I am working on three pieces at the same time right now, but maybe soon I will be able to give my complete attention to this story…at the moment I am finishing up another 'Ten Things I Hate About you' fiction, the last few chapters will be up soon. The story is called 'Traces of Scars' in case you want to check it out and review (hint hint)
I also realize that I am being a little blunt in my desperate search for reviews…you see, I am a lifeless wonder who has little more (interesting things) to do than write stories, and so my high points are reviews! So thank you if you have already reviewed, please leave another, and to those who have yet to review, PLEASE DO! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I really wish I didn't have to do these at the beginning of each chapter, but I would rather write them than get sued or taken off the site…I don't own these characters or the events!
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April 4th, 1999- first period
Well, I got a nice warm welcome into English class today, complete with my hand being kissed by Derek, a White Rasta, and Clem, a cowboy told me to dance for him again…how grotesque…people here actually took my alcohol induced state to be the way I actually act. My ass. That's right, my ass, for the first time since ninth grade, some people noticed my ass. Whatever, at least I don't act like that at school like some people *ahem* Bianca *ahem*…
Mr. Morgan says that we have to do our own version of Sonnet # 141 by William Shakespeare…Mandella will be thrilled. Actually, I'm rather excited about it myself…a decent assignment for once, how rare! It's the one that goes like this:
In faith, I do not love thee with mine
eyes/ For they in thee a thousand errors
note/ But 'tis my heart that loves what
they despise/ Who in despite of view is
pleas 'd to dote.
It's nice, but I think I could embellish it a bit more…
3rd period
Alas, Mandella was rather miffed when I told her about what an ass Patrick had been, both at Patrick and also at the fact that I had actually gone to a suburban social event, something that we make it a point to be opposed to…I told her I was just doing Bianca a favour, but it backfired. Screw that, it backfired on me, not on precious little Bianca at all.
Oh, did I forget to mention that Mandella would actually GO to the prom if she had a dress and a date? Talk about a hypocrite, hollering at me for going to Bogey Lowenstien's, when she herself would actually be seen at the pinnacle of consumer driven people's lives…honestly. But we're not going. We're making a statement, as usual…you know, sometimes I start to wonder if anybody even notices our statements anymore…not that I care or anything, I don't care what anybody thinks, but nonetheless, do people know anything about me besides the fact that I'm 'scary?'
Last Period
Screw Patrick! I leave at lunch to go to the bookstore, and guess who's there, following me…that's right, the pompous, supercilious brute himself. He kept trying to get me to talk to him, but as if I would, after he full-on rejected me after Bogey's party. He asked me where he could find a copy of 'The Feminine Mystique' but what he was holding in his hands made me extremely pissed: 'The Taming of the Shrew'…like he thought I was a shrew or a bitch or something…well, maybe I am. But so is he…hahaha. Not.
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A.N. sorry for yet another short chappie…I had to put my sister to bed, cutting my time rather short…oh well, more should happen in the next chapter…now press the pretty 'review' button!