Entry 4- A big ugly stain
Dear Diary,
Today was a regular day at school, nothing new, same old. Kind of.
I drove myself to school and went to join the gang on the schoolyard. Landon had gotten a crutch and a bandage, I guess he had gone to the hospital after his mother had caught him climbing through the window. So, we all just chilled before classes started. Then Tracie spoke up, "Damn, that Jamie Sullivan sure got style." And when I said that she wore that dress in the fourth grade, I wasn't lying. It's like she's had that dress, but the size just got bigger. I've known Jamie since the second grade and ever since then, she's never had a very big flair for fashion. As a matter of fact, she doesn't have an eye for fashion at all. It always looks like whatever she's wearing should be some kind of slipcover for couches at the senior citizen home.
When Jamie got closer, I couldn't help but say to her, "Nice sweater." And guess what she said back. She said thank you. She said THANK YOU like I actually thought her sweater was cool. Jamie can be really clueless sometimes, even if she gets top grades and has the greatest chance of ending up valedictorian. But it's not like any of that matters when it comes to social skills, something she clearly needs to work on.
So when the bell rang, the gang slowly headed inside. Landon had to go to Mr. K's (Principal Kelly) office, so the rest of the gang and I waited outside of the office, skipping the first part of class. When Landon cam back out of the office, he had this dull look swept across his face. Then he told us his punishments, and after I heard him, I couldn't help feeling sorry for him. I mean, he had to help clean up the school, tutor stupid kids at our sister school AND be in the spring play. Being seen cleaning up the school is just about one of the lowest that you can get. And tutoring? As if spending time with moronic kids isn't bad enough, he has to do it on SATURDAYS.
Saturday is really the only day you can sleep the whole day and not get bothered for it. On the weekdays there's school, which you can always skip, but you get in trouble for it. On Sundays, everyone's practically is required to go to church in our small town. If you don't, everyone knows about it and all the adults start treating like some kind of sinner. It's crazy, I know.
But back to Landon. For his final punishment, he has to be in the Drama Club's musical. The only people who really go to watch the play is old ladies, and the parents and friends of the actors. Usually the plays aren't really terrible. I went to go watch it one year and it wasn't really that bad. Don't ask me why the hell I went to go see it. I was still a freshman and I had no idea that the plays had a bad rep.
This probably meant this would give Landon a big ugly stain in his rep, being in the play, tutoring, and being custodian. Yup, a stain bad as hell.
So the school day ended fast, since we skipped most of our classes. I, of course, went to science, though. I can't help liking that class. You get to cut open rats and chop up earthworms (and you can pretend one of those earthworms is Jamie Sullivan. Haha I know that was mean, sorry). Anyway, I stayed after school and just hung out for a while. I got a ride with Landon afterwards and when he dropped me off, I offered him to come inside. It was just part of my plan to get him back to me. I guess my plan isn't working very well, 'cause he told me that nothing's changed and that it was OVER. Ha. Whatever.
Belinda
---Authors Note---
Arghh! My chapters are so DULL! The entries are really boring at first, but they get better later on in the story. Please R/R. Thanks, Olivia