A/N Okay, i did previously abandon this story, but the other day i found a scrap of paper that i'd scribbled ideas for this on... and was suddenly inspired to write this again. Lol. Enjoy.

The First Weekend

Jack O'Neill

The weekend. Oh god how i love the weekend. Only one problem though, HOMEWORK!!!! I knew i wasn't going to like year 12.

Well, the past week wasn't so bad. I received a double detention with mrs Keating, quite an achievement. Most guys in my class would KILL to spend all lunch time with our english teacher, gorgeous gal that she is. But not Jack O'Neill. No, there is only one gal for me. Unfortunately she SEEMS to have her eyes on someone else. At least, that is what i'm told. His name's Greg, and he's a little slow. Dont know what a smart gal like her would see in him. Bah. I'll get through to her eventually.

Speaking of Miss Carter, I once again started my Campain to get her to go out with me. Okay, i know it hasn't worked in the past, but i'm not the sort who gives up that easily.

Anyway, the first phase of my plan, Operation Greg. I am currently plotting to expose him as the oaf he is!! Right in front of Samantha herself. Of course, i'll have to confirm that she likes him first...

In other news, Daniel and i are currently seatless!!! After the unfortunate enemy take-over of our base, (under the stairs) we have been forced to 'roam' the playground in search of a new area. Unfortunately, most of the promising sites have already been overrun with cadets, 8th and 9th graders that think they own the place...

In conclusion i think i shall turn in for the night. Screw homework. Tomorrow is Sunday. I have enough time.

Sam Carter

Dear Diary,

Okay okay i KNOW i said that i'd never write in here again, but hey, Janet's out all night and i need someone to talk to. Not that i count you as 'someone,' since you are a diary, thus being an object. I'm NOT going to personify an old book with ink smeared all over the front. No way. I'm not that childish. And when i said 'you' i didn't mean to sound like i was actually TALKING to the diary itself, dear lord no, it was just a figure of speech.

Oh god i'm in a bad mood.

What a week.

What a useless godforsaken week. First of all, my physics teacher is sick, and we're stuck with this awful substitute who doesn't know anything about the subject. I was looking forward to physics this year, but no! Mr Arnen is sick and they dump is with this...amateur.

Pffft. To make things worse, Jack O'Neill has decided to be an insufferable ass again, WHY WONT HE GIVE UP?!?!?! Uuurgh... It seems to be his life goal to EMBARRASS me in as many was as possible!! I cant stand it!! I'm TRYING to learn here!!! Why doesn't anyone understand!?!?!?!!?

Grrr... i'm going to stop writing now before i rip you apart, diary. Not that that would be a bad thing. I think i'll go and do some extra homework, I cant afford to miss a week of physics.

Yours sincerely,

Sam(antha) Carter.

Daniel Jackson

Dear Steve,

I'm glad to hear that you're better and back at school again. Though your history teacher does sound rather, unpleasant. I am fortunate in that i have a very good history teacher and, as you know, history is my favourite subject. So, what are you studying at the moment?? Anything interesting?? We're starting a new unit on Ancient Egypt, my favourite ancient civilisation. I must say, it is very fascinating, and i wish you were here. I know you'd enjoy Mr Barkis, he is an excellent teacher.

Oh and yes, Mrs Keating is as charming as ever, Jack managed to earn a double detention with her on the first day for punching Andrew, not that Andrew didn't deserve it. He and his 'cronies' are now sitting Under the Stairs, which, as you know, has been where we've sat since grade 8. Though now there are only two of us, i dont think we'll be able to reclaim it.

Well, that's all for now, i have some homework to finish before tomorrow. Speak to you soon, i'm sure,

From D.J.