Dear Diary

Vivien Nimue

Author's Note: Hello and welcome to chapter three (YaY).

Liz's Diary

Entry Trois.

TUESDAY

Dear Diary,

Once again today I was utterly late for the wretched school bus (mostly due to the fact I was up nearly all night typing up my stupid spider notes.) So basically I had to take my car again, en route I met M.J so I pulled over and yelled,

'Hey, do you want a lift?'

'Yeah, thanks Liz.' She replied grinning and climbing into the back seat.

'Enjoy yesterday's field trip?' I asked as I continued to arrive, there must have been an iota of jealousy in my voice because I caught her expression in the wing mirror.

'Is this about Harry flirting with me?'

I shrugged, and then slowly nodded.

'Look Liz, you know I don't like him, so why the heck don't you just ask him out? He's bound to say yes.' She sounded rather annoyed.

'But its you he likes.' I replied petulantly and then realising I was sulking; I tried to snap myself out of it.

'I'm sulking aren't I?' I asked laughing slightly.

'Yup.' She replied, sounding rather amused.

The "Harry" topic was dropped for the rest of the journey, which we spent talking about the usual girl stuff.

School itself was as dull as ditch water, and math was especially sleep inducing. However things livened up slightly when we got to lunch. When to be honest, something kinda weird happened.

M.J and I (and a small group of our other friends) were sat at a table with Flash and his cronies' (we were sat opposite Flash) and out of the blue a lunch tray soared through the air and landed neatly on Flash's head covering him in Jell-o, milkshake and other bits of food. First he looked shocked, and then a sudden murderous look filled his eyes as he spun round to see who the unlucky perpetrator of the crime was.

M.J and I tried to contain ourselves, but we couldn't help it I fell into hysterical laughter (this managed to set M.J off too.) Unfortunately this only antagonised Flash more. Well we all (well the people on our table and of course Flash) looked around to see who had thrown the tray, and the only person who could have done it was. Peter Parker!

Well, we don't call him an egg head for nothing, fearing for his life Peter stood up and the grossest thing happened, he was dragging the (now empty) tray behind him (by his wrist) on what looked like silly string or something.

As he left the cafeteria and the door slid shoot behind him the tray kept banging into the door behind him until the strand finally broke.

It was all uberly odd.

Flash and his cronies all looked at each other, before they stood up in unison and charged after Parker.

'Come on!' Called M.J and we both abandoned our lunches and followed them out of the room. I rolled my eyes and remained seated. Watching poor old pesky Parker get ripped to pieces by Flash was most definitely NOT on my to do list.