Wednesday 4th August 2004
Dear Freddy,
So here I am, writing to you like I said. I don't really know why, I don't even know what to write about. I know! I'll pretend I'm writing to a friend, someone I've known forever. Well, I guess I have known you forever, but I wouldn't count you a friend. So, I'll start by writing to you as though I'm writing in my diary.
So, I got on the bus today wearing one of my favorite outfits. Incase you didn't notice, I'll describe it to you, as from what I've heard guys never notice girls' outfits. So I wore my black beret with my badges on, a Greenday one, a Ramones one and a Blink 182 one. I had on my black skirt with the red slits visible underneath, and my black shirt with the red netted sleeves. Also, some black fishnet tights, with some red ones over them. I finished off my look with my black high-tops.
I got on the bus, and said hi to Jake, the driver. He smiled at me; he's long since forgiven me for tricking him at Battle of the Bands. Summer though, he still doesn't like, 'cause she's smarter than him, and he's never forgotten that. I started to make my way to the back, where Summer and me normally sit. We're not that good friends, but we tell each other secrets because we have no one else to tell them too. Does that make sense?
Anyway, to get to the back I had to go past the Gruesome Twosome – mine and Summer's nickname for you and George. You never miss an opportunity to make my life miserable, do you? I started to walk past you, but as always you stuck out your foot. Luckily, I knew this one, so jumped over it. Of course then stupid George decided to lift my skirt up. Me – 0, The GT – 1.
I figured this'd pretty much be what the rest of my day would be like. I then continued on my way to the back seat, with the whole bus's wolf-whistles echoing in my ears. Thanks for that, Freddy. Thanks a lot.
When I got to the back I sat next to Summer, and she told me how red my face was, and that my eyes were watering. I wasn't crying though, The GT, sorry, you and George could never make me cry. I redid my makeup, carefully, almost stabbing my eye with the mascara wand, and listened to my personal CD player for the rest of the journey, it was.....Blink 182, I think, Dude Ranch.
I made it school without any more trouble from you or George. Man, how much I want to yank his red hair out of his stupid green eyes. Does he actually think it makes him look cute to have it flopping in them all the time?
Mind you, practically the rest of the female population does. Not surprising, seeing as they're all cheerleaders. Me and Summer, wait, scratch that, me, I, Katie Marie Jonban seem to be the only one who's stuck to Dewey's stick-it-to-the-Man principals. Do you even drum anymore? I still play my bass.
First lesson was Algebra, and lucky me, me being Jonban and you being Jones and us having a stupid teacher who puts us in alphabetical order, I have to sit next to you. So all through Algebra it was "Katie. What's the answer?" "Katie. I love you. Not! No one will ever like you." And "Katie. Katie. Katie. KATIE!!" What? "Nothing." Times that by about a hundred, and you'll know what you were doing to me. So anyway, Algebra finished with me getting about four demerits, for not paying attention and talking in class. (Does it not matter that I was telling you to shut up?) and you getting a gold star, for managing to keep working even though I was being such a 'disruptive influence',
Lunch was nothing special, food was disgusting, as always, and Summer was busy at one of her many clubs, so I sat on my own and got caught in a food fight. Who was it started by? You and George, who else?
While in the girls' bathroom, trying to comb mashed potato out of my hair, I nipped into a cubicle, and had to sit their, listening to cheerleaders put me down for ten minutes. Everything from my name to my hair. I guess I should have walked out and stood up to them, but I don't have the confidence. Who'd be there to cheer me on? It's not like I have any friends. I'll give you an example of what the conversation went like.
Cheerleader #1: Oh. My. Gosh! Did you see what Freddy Jones was wearing today? He is so totally hot!
Cheerleader #2: I know! but did you see what that weird girl was wearing? What's her name, uh, Katie? That's it! Katie! You'd think she'd at least change her name to Kat, or something.
Cheerleader #1: Kat is a totally awesome name. I have this cousin who's a fashion designer, and her name is Kat.
Cheerleader #2: Well, Katie was wearing this outfit in black and red. And she was wearing – get this – fishnets!
Cheerleader #1: Shut up. Shut up! Fishnets so went out last year, and black and red were never in, and never have been.
Cheerleader #2: And her beret! She was wearing a beret! And it was like, floppy! And when she took it off in World Civ, did you see her hair? She has purple streaks! Purple and brown stands out way too much. Like, she's had her hair feathered as well.
Cheerleader #1 and #2: Ewww!
(They leave.)
So, that was basically my lunch. Hiding in the toilets listening to some girls totally trash me. That just sums up my life. I'm too down to write more now, I'm going to listen to some goth/rock.
From,
Katie Marie Brown
Formerly known as Posh Spice.
Reviews! Don't think I've forgotten about you guys!
misskrazykiwi: yeah, but you see only the first chapter is in chatspeak. The rest is in letters. And thanks for adding me to favorites!
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