Disclaimer: I own none of it.
Author Notes: This is my first story of fanfiction in this book series. I hope you like it! I also have other fanfiction sections, including Harry Potter and Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
Enjoy. Oh, and PLEASE review at the end!
To whom it may concern,
I have no idea what you people are thinking about. I mean, where do you get off, critisizing my wonderful work of art? Okay, so it isn't exactly a work of art, but it's still beautiful. And, coming from a person who can barely write a term paper, I think writing several books (published, might I add) is quite an acchievement! It is!
I mean, I slave away, talking about PERSONAL, PRIVATE, things that NO ONE should read about, then I PUBLISH them, and you go off and simply diminish it to cinders, by burning it away as some sick sacramental warship ritual!
And I know what you do, so don't even try lying.
But do you know what it's like reading in the paper about how my stuff gets burnt all up in Italy and other foreign lands, like Hamburger-a-gogo land? No, you don't! And did you even see the picture they used for me? That was two years ago, and my fringe looked like a dodgy paper-shredder!
Vati looked at it, then started laughing his head off, before calling Uncle Eddie. The bald one laughed for hours. In fact, he is still down stairs, laughing his shiny little head off!
But because of you, yes YOU, the HATERS, everyone knows that I have published diaries that sick twisted people (meaning you) burn! They know it! The Bummer Twins bought the books, photocopied entries, and PLASTERED THEM ALL OVER THE BLOODY SCHOOL! Do you know how embarresing it is, reading you own diary entries in front of a toilet inside of the girls loo? Well, of course it would be in the loo, where else would you find a toilet?
Wait, that's beside the point.
The point is, how could you DO something like that? It's barbaric! It's horribly dreadful! I have people reading my wonderful work of art, then mucking it all up, like it was just some common work of dung! DUNG, I tell you!
I mean, not that I care, or anything...
Did you see Jas' face? Or Rosie's? Or Tom's, or Robbie's? Nooo, you didn't! You were too busy BURNING MY DIARY!
Well, this could also count as my diary, so you will probably go off and burn it too... atleast I can have the assurance that it won't get published somewhere horrible, like the internet, or something.
When I walked to school the other day, I found Elvis following me. I turned around, to make him stop and all, and he took a bloody picture of my bloody face! Well, my face wasn't bloody, but you get the point...
But anyway, I found out later, that Elvis was getting payed thirty pounds by The Sun for every picture he got of me.
I feel so used, now.
And you want to know WHY I feel so used? Because my DIARY WAS BURNED.
Huff huff.
Well. I think my point very clear.
Sincerely yours, Georgia Nicolson.
P.S. DON'T BURN MY DIARIES!
P.S.S. Don't tell Jas about this.
P.S.S.S. How much is it to sue?
P.S.S.S.S. Nevermind.