Well, yes, I'll admit I was a tad disappointed when I saw I only had…(deep breath, people)…8 reviews for the first chapter…But not all stories can be a raving success the first chapter out, so I guess I'll be okay…oh, poop.

Anyhow, here's the next segment. I am especially excited to read house-of-insanity's review, since her last one consisted of: "Ommigod, I..."

If that was intended to make me laugh, it did its job.

On with the show!

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My Life As An Anti-Social Teenager

-----A Journal of Allison Cameron-----

Sick sick sick! I am SICK of being SICK! I had Best Christmas Pageant rehearsal today and I couldn't say a word without my frikkin voice cracking. Michel Sweeney brought in applesauce cake, (because Mrs. Baldwin, said we shouldn't talk about how good applesauce cake is, which is in the script, without experiencing it) but that only made me sicker. It was good though.

And dang it, school isn't any better. In middle school, after the first few months, I got used to how sucky my life is. But I just can't seem to get over it in 8th Grade. I spent 5 years at elementary school, then got thrown in to middle school till 7th Grade, and now I'm at Jr. High and I want to slit my wrists. I guess it's just two years I'm gonna have to get over.

And how stupid is that, anyways, to spend your freshman year still in Jr. High. But sorry, I ranted about that last entry, and now I'll move on to something else.

Rae had a Halloween party on October 29th, and that was pretty fun. Her sister has a loft in her room so we hung out up there and called people that couldn't come to the party. And we talked about people behind their backs, which caused a twang of guilt, yes, but not so much that stopped me from discussing Jenny Thompson's dress at the social. Maura and I threw socks at each other, so we went to get a drink.

Anyways, parents have this bar, right? It has these pretty, clear wine glasses and open liquor bottles…so Maura went over to the bar with her cup and told me to get at the other end, so I did and she slid the drink over to me…it was really funny, but I guess you had to be there, didn't you, Journal?

And, Is it weird to notice when a boy changes something about him? Does that mean you like him? Because I really don't, and I mean really I don't…I haven't liked anyone since Jackson Adams in the 5th Grade, and he made pissed me off ANYWAYS, and now he shaves his head so close to the scalp he looks like a cancer patient.

But is it? I need to know. Because there's this guy…David…he's a freshman and we were in a musical together over the summer…and he got a new jacket. I don't know how I know that, only his locker is, like, 10 down from mine and he had this jacket on, and it was white and it had green stripes on the sleeve, and I thought, "well, that's new." But I never swooned or near fainted or anything.

And one thing you've got to know about David is that he wears the same thing every day: Black shirt, kakis or denim pants down to his knees, black shoes. EVERY DAY, I SWEAR! So, of course, when you've spent 5 and a half weeks with the guy AND you've seen him daily since the middle of September, you'd notice a change? So I don't like him.

At all.

But something tells me I do, which I don't, so it makes me mad.

And plus he's really, really tall and we'd look absolutely ridiculous together. And how could he possibly kiss me, him being so tall?

Why am I thinking of us together?

AND KISSING!

Gah!

So, I'm forgetting about him now and moving on to other things, because he's so not important.

Oh, and there's that girl, Jenny Thompson, who I really, truly deplore, and I recently learned she's going out with a senior. You know, in high school? This senior, whose name will be withheld (:cough: MIKE HOWARD :cough:) And worse yet, the play that I was in with David? Well, I was in that play with this senior (MIKE) too, and I know what kind of retarded perv he can be. So she deserves him. Really. But it's just creepy to know that next year he's going to be in college and she's just going to be going into high school. Ick.

And I got in a fight with this guy yesterday. His name is Billy, and we go waaay back, but lately he's being an asshole and really frustrating.

See, we were in Orphan Train together, and we were best friends. If you could see me cross my fingers, we'd be like that. But then, that same year, we were both in Mrs. Nelson is Missing, and I figured it be a blast: Billy, Taylour, Rae, Maggie and Bridget were all in it. And at the parent meeting, all we did was hang out and make funny inside jokes that only we knew about, like in that Jessica Simpson song. It was fun.

WRONG!

JENNY was in it too. And apparently JENNY and BILLY go further back than BILLY and I do. So it was out with the old (Alli) in with the new (Jenny…Mrs. C-cup….but whatever.) And we barely spoke at all. He was always with Jenny, hugging Jenny, skipping and holding hands through fields of daisies with Jenny. It made me want to vomit.

Like, when it was our off-night and we had to wait backstage, we played truth or dare, and Billy chose dare and Ben asked, "how far have you gotten with Jenny?" And Billy just smiles and says, "Pretty far. How far have you gotten with Hannah?" Of course, he changed the subject pretty quickly because 'pretty far' to a good, church-going 7th Grader is 'peck on the cheek' or something.

And then, lo and behold, Billy went out with Jenny. That meathead, he got so full of himself…He had a girlfriend now…and the worst part was, I thought he didn't deserve her. And now I know he DID deserve her, and that makes me even more sick. And sad, too, because that boy was showing so much promise.

AND, lo and behold, before Mrs. Nelson was even done, they broke up. Of course there was "no hard feelings" (eye roll) because that slut was interested in the NEW flavor of the month. It was a few other boys before it was Mike Howard. But now, it is, and ever since Billy's been pining away for that whore.

So finally, a couple days ago, I confronted him about it. I just told him to STOP. Of course, since he wouldn't dare speak to me, miss-moldy-old-piece-of-toast in the hallway, the only way I could get to talk to him was over IM. Here's what it looked like:

-Mirrormirror33: in Orphan Train, we were friends. We talked. But then, that same year in Mrs. Nelson, you just pretended like i wasn't there. and that's probably because of Jenny, and i was happy for you cuz you were all loveydovey sick shit and going out. But now she's going out with Mike Howard and there's nothing you can do and you're just chasing after her and it's time to give it up

-Mirrormirror33: she's nice and sweet but she needs help if she feels like going out with a seniors gonna do her any good

-Mirrormirror33: except if they have sex they're breaking the law

-Mirrormirror33: and it's time to get over it

-Mirrormirror33: we never spoke one word in Oliver

-Mirrormirror33: and i dont like you or anything, believe me, i'm way over that

-Mirrormirror33: but we're on shaky ground and i hate that

-Mirrormirror33: so whatever

-Mirrormirror33: that's all

-Mirrormirror33: i've waited SO LONG to say that

Only I thought of some good stuff after I signed off, as per always. He said something after I was done ranting, like "oh, I'm sorry, I never meant to do that," or some BS, but it's a lie. I'd be wonderful if it was the truth, and maybe, maybe it is, but I'm fairly certain it's NOT. Big whoop, big surprise.

Oh, and before I go, I have to tell you something weird I saw. It wasn't even all that strange or anything, but it was just, I don't know…weird, like I said.

Anyways, I was in Barnes and Noble a couple days ago, and I found Wicked (by Gregory Macguire- a great book, everyone should read it-) but I found it and I wanted to start reading it, so I went over to one of Barnes and Nobles' big, comfy, green-and-white-striped chairs (kinda like David's jacket…huh?) and I was just about to sit down, but, from out of no where, this guy runs up and sits down in the chair!

The dude had to have been in his late 20's, if not older, and he hadn't shaven recently, but he didn't have a beard. And he hadn't brushed his hair in about a month. But he had the most striking blue eyes…like seriously; I've never seen prettier eyes than his…

(Don't think I was coming on to him now or anything…I'm not the type that falls for people that are twice my age. I just notice peoples' eye color. Like, for example, David's are blue and Billy's are green, and Rae's are chocolate colored. It's just something I do. And mine are the most boring color I've ever seen in my life. I wish I had green eyes. But, I digress.)

And his eyes were brilliantly blue, which you know. But he just sat down in the chair, and started reading, like he never saw me! So I straightened my new East Village shirt from Old Navy and pulled my hair into a tighter ponytail and I whispered,

"Excuse me."

He didn't even look up.

So I said a whispered a little louder,

"Sir?"

No reaction.

So I poked him on the shoulder. I don't know why, I'm never that brave, normally I just would have gone and sat somewhere else, but dammit, that was my chair and it was the last one in the whole place, and I wanted it.

"Hellooo?"

At last, he looked up. "What?" He asked, loudly. Somebody shushed him.

"Sorry, but I was just wondering…"

He narrowed his beautiful eyes and glared at me. I narrowed my less-beautiful eyes and glared right back.

"I was going to sit there," I said.

"Why, isn't that something!" He exclaimed. Someone shushed him again.

Now, I really WOULD have given up. But no, he was pissing me off.

"So, do you think there's any chance you could…you know…" My intent was to let my voice trail off and let him pick it up that I wanted him to get his ass out of my seat by my hand gestures, but he just didn't get it. "Get up?"

He blinked.

"Will you just move?" I asked, exasperated.

Blink. Head shake. "No."

"Please?

"No."

"Aw, c'mon..."

Just shut up, Allison. Stop while you're still behind!

"You're annoying."

I leaned down so I was nose-to-nose with him. This guy was really PISSING ME OFF. "And you're obnoxious."

He gasped. "Woah now, that's a pretty big word for a third grader."

I gasped. That bastard! "I'm thirteen," I answered him. "I'll be fourteen in March. But I'm old for my age."

"Goody for you."

"C'mon, lemme just have the chair."

"I told you…" He started to say, but a voice from behind me interrupted him. There was a woman there, who looked a little younger than him. She had really, really dark hair and dark lipstick on. Looked like a lawyer.

"Greg, give her the chair."

"I was here first!" He protested.

"He was not!" I exclaimed to her. "I was."

She crossed her arms. "Greg, get up. We have to get to the airport soon, anyways."

I smirked at this Greg dude as he, reluctantly, got up and gave me the chair. Maybe if I sat and read in that chair long enough, some of his eye color would rub off on me.

Yeah, dare to dream, I know.

"But Stacey, I was there first!" He whined as they walked away from me. Stacey looked over her shoulder at me and rolled her eyes. I smiled at her.

Stupid Greg!

Well, I really DO have to go now, Journal, because, my hand is cramping up. And I have a feeling that, after all this negative energy I've been emitting, I'll have to go make the zen better in my room by re-arranging the furniture or something.

Toodles,

Snickers.

Now, I know, that one was much longer and probably much harder to follow. Thank you for getting through all that, though, and getting to the end!

As always, questions, comments, concerns, complaints, suggestions, flames, editing remarks and whatnot are all appreciated. How will Allison know if you love her personal life enough to comment on it if you don't…well…comment on it!

Thanks guys,

-Sizz-

PS- I regret to inform you that, sadly, only one person got my Dr. Seuss line in the last chappie of Vacation. No, I'm not going to tell you what it is, go and find it yourself!

And, for anyone that cares, I hid a line from RENT (the musical) in this chapter. If you follow that kind of thing, please comment! And, I guess, if you have to wait until the movie comes out on the 23rd, that'd be okay, too. Just tell me if you find it!