Disclaimer: All right, fine! I confess. I own them—I own them all! sigh. Who am I trying to kid? runs from room in tears Oh! I don't own Eragon either. Though I wouldn't mind getting my own dragon…
Friday, February 14
Dear Diary
Aaargh! Stupid, flippin' school! I hate this! Why can't school just end now? You know, I really wish that a certain parental unit (who's name I'm not going to mention for fear of outburst of anger) had let me just finish the rest of the year at home or something. I'm sure she could have found a way to work it. But noooo. This certain parental unit just had to make me stay in stupid Middleton High School. It's so DUMB! Everybody, and I do mean everybody, knows about Ada's death—how couldn't they? It was the biggest news story of the month?—and all anybody can think of when they see me is "Awww. Poor girl." I don't want their dumb sympathy! What I want is my father back. Stupid Delimorth. Stupid US of A! Why do we always have to get into fights? I wish I could live somewhere else—like Middle Earth or Alagaesia or something.
Oh! I (along with Micah) have decided upon a new crime fighting technique. Dollar bills get transformed in dollar planes, and they can carry coinage in them. Whenever there's a crime, these dollar planes load up with coins and fly way up high above the crime. Then, when the timing is perfect, these coins (which have a superb of direction) will be dumped out of the dollar plane and maneuver their selves so that they will land on the criminals. And Voila! Crime fighting, with out endangering a single law enforcer. Aren't we good? I tell yah. Great minds work at their peak when stuck in Study Hall with nothing to do besides study for exams. Good old Micah. He's one of those few people who still treats me the same. He's a nice guy. (sometimes)
I wanna go home I wanna go home I wanna go home. Actually, I don't want to go home. I just want to get out of school so I can go to my house and grab my bags and vamoose! I can't wait! Oh, yay! Bell's about to ring. You know what? I hate Family Living and Parenting. It's so boring. All Mrs. Donals can ever talk about is the time she locked herself out of the house and her baby was stuck inside, and her husband had to come home from work just so she could rescue her poor kids. Yacka-yacka. Seriously? Who cares if the kids are locked inside for a couple hours? It'll teach them how to be alone for a while. Plus, it's not like any of us our going to lock any of our kids (which, in case you're interested, we apparently are all going to have because all teens can do anymore is have unprotected sex. Yah. Whatever. At least we have lives! Oh, bell!
Ciao!
Mary Sue
A/N:OK. So since I really don't like discriminating against people—even ones I don't like—I've decided to make up a country based on Tolkien's works: Delimorth (derived from Delimorgoth—an early form of Morgoth (bad Valar guy))—which the US is at war with for some wacky crazy reason. If you have any good suggestions for the war, please REVIEW and let me know. Ça va? (OK?) And the dollar plane and coin thing came from an actual discussion a friend and I had in study hall. (One of our tamer ideas. lol. What can I say? Study Hall is so boring!) (By the way, the coin idea is copywrited. :P) Review people, and I'll give you nice, pretty, imaginary virtual brownies! Won't that be fun? And I promise, in the next chapter or two, this will become a Lord of the Rings fan fic. I just wanna give y'all a picture of what she's like, first.