Dear Journal, 11/13/11
They call me the dare king. I know I'm a girl, and it would normally be dare "queen" but that sounds stupid, doesn't it? The queen of dares. No, king definitely sounds better. Why do they call me that? The title is pretty self- explanatory. I can't turn down a dare, it doesn't matter what it is, I'll do it. I've done some pretty crazy shit at parties. Dares+alcohol+me= yikes. I'm pretty sure I made out with Amanda at Hector's Halloween party, and somehow Colt and Hector were both okay with that. I can strip down to nothing and run around the block without batting an eye. Sometimes dares get me into trouble though. Like when Hector dared me to jump from my roof to the tree in my backyard, I did it of course. I didn't expect to break my arm and get a concussion, but that's life I guess.
Colt hates me being the dare king. It's not because he's jealous, he is quite the dare master himself, which is why we're the perfect couple. It's because he's worried about me. At first he thought it was cool, or cute, or fun, or hot or something, but now he gets freaked out. I guess as we get older, dares start getting more intense and shit so he gets more paranoid that I'm gonna die in some freak accident or something. Not that I blame him. I can't stop doing dares though, it's like a drug I guess. And that high of doing the dare and the amazing feeling or knowing you completed it is worth a broken arm or a concussion or anything!
Yesterday, Colt told me that I needed to give up my title. The nerve of him, am I right? Like seriously, I'm a big girl and I don't need him to take care of me like that. He acts like he's some saint compared to me, and it's disgusting. He acts like he's never done anything wrong in his life. Just because he doesn't get into parking lot fights as often as he used to doesn't mean he can tell me what to do.
I'll never give up my proud title of the dare king. It makes people respect me more, which is kind of ironic given that I do really gross and disrespectful things for dares.
So yeah. That's what they call me. The Dare King. It really does have a nice ring to it. And I realize that you're just a notebook, but I can tell you way more than I tell Colt, or Zoe, or anyone. Because you won't judge me for the dares I do, right?
Sam