Chapter Five:
Dear Diary,
My mother wanted me to start writing in a journal so that she could keep track of my personal life. Ok so she didn't really say that, but I wasn't born in 1453… soo, I wonder what I am really supposed to write about…. Well, I guess I can just put you away and come back for another swing. Until then dear diary, goodbye.
May 23, 2005
I woke up to the early morning rays hitting my face happily. It was Saturday, and it was way too early to really be getting up. I rolled away from the light and looked at my clock stubbornly. 2:30 pm. Ok, so I was wrong… I threw the blankets down to the end of the bed and turned so my feet hung off the side. Rubbing my eyes I looked at the calendar that hung on my wall across from me and saw that it was July 15, 2005, the day before my birthday. Tomorrow I would be turning 16. Forcing that thought out of my mind, I pushed myself off the bed, and struggled to get my feet into my bunny head slippers. I opened my door and shuffled down the short hall to the bathroom. Opening the mirror I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste so that I could ride of the all knowing mornings' breath. After finishing, I wiped of the extras and headed on my way. As I walked into the kitchen, my mother greeted me with a slight gesture for me to get food that was left over from this morning. My mother hasn't been that, well, intone with the world ever since she found what she says is 'The one'. I was glad to see that he wasn't here.
"Mom, where's skip?" I asked sarcastically while scraping eggs from the pan. She dropped the paper that she was reading and glared at me.
"He is at a meeting," She replied, again picking up the news paper. "Ooh and by the way, Michelle called at about twelve. She wanted to see if you would go shopping with her."
I sighed as I sat down at the table across from the paper wall that was guarding my mother. That was the last thing I wanted to do today, but I promised her that I would see this new shirt that she found. I sat sulking in my own self pity for the rest of my time, until I got up and washed my plate. Sadly I ended up calling Michelle, and spending the rest of my already wasted day at the damned mall.
The next day
Dear Diary
Today is my birthday… and for once I don't really know what I think about this… this soo called day. I like all the presents, and some of the attention, but it just loads more responsibility onto my shoulders just when I get used to the old ones. So, despite that my personal attention is needed soo much for just a few hours here I am, writing in you. Why I bother, is beyond me. I do find it somewhat refreshing to be able to let out my feelings to something that wont say "ooh please, being popular comes with responsibility!" I bet you can guess who that is. And there is the word 'responsibility' once again. Anyway, I've got to go… someone's knocking for me.
July 16, 2005
"Emily today is your birthday! You're supposed to be having fun… Out here..." My mother said through the crack in the door. I sighed.
"Alright mom, I will be out in a minute." I looked at myself in the mirror. I was disastrous. Why did I even have to go out? I don't even know who is going to be there. I don't know who I have to prepare for. My reflection shrugged. I walked out of the room and into the bustling party that was happening in my honor. Almost everyone in my class was there. There was Michelle, and her posse, Erika, Ali, and some other people that I didn't really know that well. Michelle must have sent word. Music was pumping and people were dancing. How my mother allowed all of this is, well, crazy. I walked over to Michelle. She turned from her circle with a huge smile. As soon as she saw my state, that smile, turned into a frown.
"Emily! What are you thinking?! You can't come to your party, and look like this," She motioned to my sweats and tank. "Thank God I brought clothes for you to wear." I rolled my eyes. This is typical Michelle. The circle behind her giggled and went on talking about how easy it is to be popular these days. Michelle took my hand and led me to the share room at the end of the house. There on the bed was the most spectacular outfit I have ever seen.
"Is this…for me?" I crocked?
A/N... I know its short, but I needed to get something out so that I can make myself write and continue! I hope that this works because it's kinda like, I didn't even write this story. I haven't done it in soo long that I am not used to this! ANYWAY, hope you like it! R&R.
Yours truly, Megmae