Cordelia's Diary: entry III

Spoilers: Seasons 1-3

Disclaimer: I own…nothing. **tear**

A/N: Sorry if this format is screwed up. My shaky alliance with my computer…well, let's just say it's mad. Very mad. Don't ask why. It's temperamental.

            This entry takes place slightly before, during, and after "The Witch."

March 16, 1997

Dear Diary,

Cheerleading tryouts tomorrow. Of course, I'm going to make it.

            Obviously, Buffy "Shoot At It If It's Moving" Summers will not. And neither will that Amy Madison. I didn't even know she liked cheerleading. Not like I care, though, of course. She's probably convinced that cheerleading runs in her family. Maybe she'll actually be popular if she makes the squad.

            Hate to shatter your dreams, Amy, but you stink.

            I might as well get out my pompoms now. I'm definitely in.

                        —Queen C.

March 17, 1997

Dear Diary,

            Happy St. Patty's Day.

            Cheerleading tryouts were cancelled because Little Miss I'm-So-Great-I'm-A-Laker-Girl Amber Grove somehow got her stupid hands caught on fire. I guess this could be a good thing, because now there's less competition.

            As much as I hate Amber, though, I feel kinda bad for her. I got some flowers sent to her in the hospital. Anonymously, of course. My reputation will last a lot longer than her burns will.

                        —Cordy

March 18, 1997

Dear Diary,

            Amy the Klutz ruined my cartwheel!

            She can't do a cartwheel right, so what makes her think she can do a round-off double back handspring?

            Well, anyway, she bumped right into me and knocked me over. I confronted her about it in the locker room after, quite sweetly, I think, considering the circumstances.

            I made the team anyway, though. I MADE THE TEAM!!! Go me! Queen C! Buffy is first alternate and Amy is third. **gag** How'd she even make it to be an alternate?  And don't even get me started on Buffy…

                                    —Cordelia 

March 23, 1997

The only reason I haven't written for awhile is that I WAS BLIND!!!! It has to be something in that awful school. I'm suing.

            Actually, the only reason I'm alive is because of Buffy Summers, I think. I obviously couldn't see her, but I think I heard her voice. I couldn't see anything, and I somehow ended up in the street. Buffy pushed me out of the way.

            I heard she got wicked sick right after, like deathly ill. She's fine now, of course, but she probably got it from the school, too. I wonder if she's suing, too.

March 24, 1997

Dear Diary,

            Principal (ha!) Flutie is mad because this is the second lawsuit we've brought against the school since I started coming here. I am sorry, but they totally deserved both of them. It isn't my fault that the bathrooms here are gross! I think Prin. Flutie just wishes I'd go to a private school. Don't worry, Prin. Flutie, you're not alone. I wish I could go to a private school, too. Whenever I asked Mom and Daddy, though, they just tell me to take the credit card and go shopping. Or ride one of my horses. They are so weird like that. (Mom and Dad, not the horses.)

                                    —Cordelia