The Private Diaries of Kat Stratford-part six
Author's Note: well all, I am so sorry that it has (once again) taken me forever and a day to write a new chapter…life has been pure anarchy…my parental unit found out about a bad habit of mine and she went postal…but never fear, I'll find a new way to commit my 'crime'…realizes that I am addressing the public and says a bbbaaaddd word…
I am so close to finishing the 'movie part of the story' I can almost taste it! can you? thank you to all 55 of my reviewers! I am halfway to 100! (does that mean that I need to do another 5 chapters? Maybe more will be better!) I would name all of you, but that would simply take too long, and you well know that I have precious little time to write these ditties! But please, in case you didn't catch the note in the last chapter- the story is CONTINUING! I am not just doing a re-recording of the events…
Also, if anyone has a link to the script of 'Girl, Interrupted' (one that I don't have to pay for) I would really appreciate it if you would leave the link in a review, as I am desperate to have it…(it helps me write fanfics if I have the screenplay nearby)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the events…although sometimes I feel like I'm a Kat (bitchiness) Mandella (drama queen/ Shakespeare crazed) cross…nevermind that whole last sentence, it made zero sense even to me! I also don't own the song 'Last Resort' by Papa Roach…
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April 9th, 1999
I am going to the prom in approximately 22.5 minutes…holy crap, what have I gotten myself into? But I did find a sweet vintage-esque dress that totally will wipe the snot out of the prepsters and Barbie doll princesses…oh god, oh, god…why did I think that I could do this? Who knows, maybe Patrick won't even be there…rrriiiiggghhhht…he's probably getting jiggy with some girl in the back of his stupid green truck right now…I shudder at the thought…oh god, Bianca is here to 'teach me how to put on makeup'… Oh. God.
Later
Loathing does not begin to describe the animosity I feel towards Sir Verona of Jerkdom…I didn't think it was possible for a guy to be sleazier than Joey 'lipstick-dick' Donner, but unfortunately I was proven wrong. Dead wrong. Patrick was actually PAID to take me out…what, was he going to get a bonus for sleeping with me? What was going through that baboon's mind when he thought that this was a wise idea…obviously not much was going through his head at all…asshole.
Oh, did I mention that Patrick was paid by JOEY to take me out? And that the only reason was so that Joey could try to plough it with MY SISTER??? How utterly inhumane and repulsive of them both…shudders I must have been a fool to believe that Patrick's intentions were of anything apart from his own gain. I hope Patrick trips over his own ego and dies.
Mandella had a marvellous time, although at first I thought she was having hallucinations when she claimed that she was meeting 'William' at the prom…but it was just Michael…he showed up in Shakespearean garb all ready to sweep her off her feet…little prick, nobody thinks that maybe, just maybe I would like to be swept off my feet…and legitimately, too, not just in some scumbag scheme…
Later Still
God. God… gggodddddddd… oh, I could just KILL something. Damn. Where's my sharp…dammit, I can't find even a fricking safety pin to break the skin with…ah, at long last! Just a little cut to make myself feel better…just one cut…..
……. Ok, two cuts…… fine then, three, but that's it……..
……crap, now it won't stop bleeding…I should put a band-aid on that. But it will be so noticeable on my wrist. Shoot. Ok, I need to put on some music, and then I'll be fine…
'Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Don't give a fck if I cut off your breathing'
Damn, that Papa Roach sure knew what he was singing about…but suicide is too good for simple trials like this…it's too good for something that swine PATRICK could inflict on me…too good for that bilge dweller…OOuuusghhghg, God! the agony I am in, though…maybe I should just sleep it off….
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A.N. sorry for the short, morbid, creepy chapter…it's been a rough couple of weeks… but hopefully the next chappie will be somewhat less depressing…