The Private Diaries of Kat Stratford
Author's Note: Sorry for the extremely long wait…my life has been busy with the following: being ill (vomit is NOT cool…unless I MEAN to be throwing up….*laughs nervously and turns to face the other way*), copious amounts of homework, finishing up 'Traces of Scars' (which is finally finished, and despite what some reviewers have said, I still like it!), reading other people's fanfics (when I get on the computer to type I frequently get distracted by all the better fiction out there! It's disgusting!) And also various other random activities (dodging creepy guys, listening to Weird Al [he has so many videos online, eh?], more vomiting because I was sick a lot and other stuff…who really is reading this crap???)
A ginormous thank you and you are wonderful to:
MandELLA
Ssj2Lizzie
Marjo
Steelsings
Kat
Angel-in-Training
Kristi
Es fan from UK
Bez
Hoshi S
Meadowsweet1363
You guys made my day/week/month! Also, I plan to be furthering Kat's legacy, so please don't think that I'm just copying the plot down, oh no, the story that follows the movie is just a preamble!
Also, a brief note to the person who said that Kat sounded posh…well, it just goes to show that she has a bigger vocabulary than you…because she isn't sounding posh at all…and to the person who said I should have lingered on the paintball scene…well, I wanted to, because it's my favourite part, but if I started to wrap myself up there, I would have gotten completely lost in the moment, and I don't think that the plot would get ANYWHERE…but I do understand where you're coming from…
Disclaimer: I don't own the plot or characters in "10 things I hate about you" although I truly wish I did…they are so awesome!
Now on (finally) with chapter five!!!
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April 6th, 1999
Well, I didn't finish talking about Patrick's and mine afternoon…it wasn't ALL good, oh no…sure, it started out harmoniously, but then we started talking about things that were 'true'…and Patrick actually told me I was sexy…bizarre, that's not quite what I've been going for all this time. But then, naturally the pig had to ruin it all…how typically male of him. He ordered me to go to the prom with him, like I was his bloody concubine or something of the like. Asshole. So I slammed my own front door on him. Are you proud of me? Mandella sure wasn't when I told her. I can't believe she didn't feel the same way as me about female freedom from being driven to go to the ruddy prom. But Mandella is changing, she's not as blatantly solitary anymore, although she still has her passion for William Shakespeare, she's put on weight and I haven't noticed any suicide attempts as far as I know. I'm scared that she's drifting away from me, and I don't know how to stop it.
April 7th, 1999
Well, after my little ordeal, my sister barged into my room *while I was playing my music* and had the gall to ask me to "stop playing the Screaming Menstrual Bitches because I want to ask you a question. Are you going to the prom?" Bianca knows bad timing like no other. I don't think I hurt her when I hurled my lampshade in the direction of her head, but who knows, she has such a soft skull, it would probably surprise me how much damage a lampshade could do. Of course I'm not going to the prom.
Then I had to go back into Bianca's room to apologize…I may hate her inner core sometimes, but still, she's my sister, and I'm the only one who's allowed to rail at her…so I thought I'd warn her…about Joey 'wish my thing was bigger' Donner. I explained WHY I hated him so much, and I even told Bianca that I had sex with him once. She couldn't believe that me, the daughter of Mr. 'Being in the same room as males leads to pregnancy' Dad would actually do something that he hates so much. Well, I guess there's a lot about me that she doesn't know…but she was still pissed at me, she told me that she wanted to make her own decisions etc. So I slammed HER door at her…
April 8th, 1999
I'm going to the prom. Going shopping with Bianca right now *gags*…will explain later.
Later
Ok, I decided to go to the epitome of teenage idiocy for a few reasons. One, I am not going to let Patrick spoil myself; two, nobody will expect it; three, Mandella's going, but she won't tell me with whom…secrets, secrets…
I bought a blue dress that actually looks pretty good on me. It only took me 20 minutes to find, whereas Bianca shopped around for 5 hours before she decided to go back to the very first store she looked in to buy her dress…what a Barbie girl, but I am working on forgiving her foolishness. :o)
I will be driving myself though, Bianca is being picked up by Cameron (what a sweet little dork!) and I will be making my own grand entrance…I hope Patrick eats himself alive. Sure, my 'vintage fenders car' isn't a limousine or a horse and carriage, but it is my pumpkin and I am going to be Cinderella…just hopefully I can slip through the cracks and nobody will notice me there or draw attention to the fact…Omigosh…I need to eat! Food, sustenance! My body is going to collapse! Tomorrow is going to be just like every other day…except there's a prom involved. Oh crap.
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A.N. well, it was another quickie, but unfortunately I haven't had the time to hunker down and write a decent chapter…sorry folks, but leave a review anyways, eh?