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Sunday 26th
Gaara and I tried to stand on the Ice (very thin, may I add) on the lake again yesterday. Well, I did anyway. He just laughed. I was so sad.
He's here now. He slept over again coz, well, erm, we basically fell asleep on the couch after eating too much. As usual…
"Errrrgg." I start, groaning. "Tomorrow is school."
"Yep." He said unenthusiastically.
"Oh nooz! I have a debate on Friday! Ahhhh!"
"You'll live."
"Only with you there, will you come? Pleeaasse?"
"Why?"
"Because you never came to any of my practises and you promised to come to those so you have to make up by coming to this debate." I say sternly.
He rolls his eye. "Fine."
"Yay!" I hug him. "Thanks Gaara. I know we'll do fine with you there."
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Wednesday 29th of April
Hahaha. Sport today. And I drew with Lee! YESSS! WOOHOO!
I hit to ball too hard and it broke the shabby metal wire we have to 'protect' people watching (after the time somebody nearly lost and eye and sued that had to put SOMETHING up.)
Debate practise was boring. I swear, there's nothing else we can do but sit and be nervous.
At least Gaara is coming, if he doesn't I will scream. I have checked and re-checked to make sure at least 50 times. He got annoyed the last time and refused to talk to me for a full ½ hour.
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Friday 1/6/15 – Woohoo! New Month! – OHNOOZ! DEBATE!
NervousNversousNservousn
Nerfvousness is egftecting my Speling. I can't writ faste enouf. AHHH! NOOOO DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! I'M SICK! I DON'T WANNA SIT IN A ROOM AND HAND THE SPEAKERS CARDS!
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After Debate
Gaara Didn't Come. That's all. He Didn't come.
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Two minutes later
He promised. He promised he would, he was probably up the back somewhere.
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½ hour later
Who am I kidding? There were only 16 people in a hall to fit 500 people, I memorized every one there. He didn't come.
I'm going to bed. Sakura is already fast asleep in the bunk above me. The hotel is scabby and crap. I just wanna go home.
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15 mins later
Okay, I've finished my Emo session. I shall tell you what happened.
Well, of course, we were in Prep for an hour (Topic: Is Public Transport a Good Thing, Us Positive Water peoples Negative outcome We kicked their ass! BUT NONE OF IT MATTERS COZ GAARA WASN'T THERE TO SEE IT!) Then we came out, the hall was already filled with it's amazing 16 guests (8 being parents/relatives, 8 being teachers/English staff) we sat down and I automatically scanned the small audience for a red-haired friend.
None to be seen. None at all! GAARA DIDN'T SHOW! EVEN THOUGH I MADE HIM PROMISE!
So, after the debate I left fuming of course, we went and ate dinner, I angrily played with my food until Sasuke kicked me under the table that we were trying not to look like three-year-olds. I just glared.
He shook his head and Sakura flirted madly with one of the other team's speakers. Shika looked miserable too, seeing as he was forced to eat. Hahaha. Anyway, Sasuke glared at me till I laughed. I don't think it was the reaction he wanted, as the glare I THINK was intent on inspiring death and doom but it was just hilarious. Meh, either way I snapped out of my moping for a few minutes.
For a few minutes. Then they served desert. It was jelly. RED jelly. Gaara-hair-red-jelly. Wahhhh!!!
Anyway, besides a whole lot of flirting on Sakura's part, glaring on Sasuke's, being anorexic on Shika's and moping on mine, that brings us to where I am now. In bed feeling miserable and ditched still.
I'm gonna go brush my teeth. That'll fix everything. Erg, maybe not these stupid hotels have bloody unisex toilets. Isn't that illegal or something? No. obviously not for Hotel-El-Cheap-oh.
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Why Me?
Caught Shika again. This time I caught him by the wrist. I was so annoyed and pissed off and sad that I couldn't take it this time.
"Seriously Shikamaru what's your problem!?" I demand angrily.
He looked down, then wretched his wrist out of my grip, unsuccessfully since he was as weak as a kitten. "None of your business."
"Yes, it is, you happen to be my friend, my team-mate, and if that's not enough, I was planning to use that toilet. I don't want you making yourself sick."
"It's not your business."
"It will be soon enough Shika."
"Go away!" He got more aggressive, I scowled deeply at him.
"No. I'm not going to this time, Shika. I let one person die where I could have stepped in, this time, I'm not losing another."
"What's it to you anyway!?"
"Because you're my friend, now, do you live with your parents?"
"No."
"Even better. Okay, start packing. From Monday you will live with me and Sakura."
"What!? No! No way!" He said, eyes wide with outrage.
"Yes. I suggest you do it soon, are you on boarding then?"
"Yeah, I am. But I'm perfectly happy on my own! I don't need you!"
"Well you need someone. Either me, or a physiatrist."
"No! I'm fine. Go away!" He stormed out of the Bathroom and all the anger from the whole night bubbled up. I ran down the hall and caught his wrist again, making a face at how painfully thin it was.
"Listen to me Shikamaru. I already lost somebody because I was too afraid to act on what I knew. I will make sure you are fixed, either by myself or with the school therapist. I gave you a choice, you have until Monday when I'll alert our year advisor." I looked him firmly in the eyes, challenging him to say something, he just mouthed angrily, before re-fixing the calm mask Shika usually wore, he shrugged, disbelieving shy little invisible Sorano would dare talk to a teacher.
"Shy little Sora will speak up. Don't put it past her, she's too pissed off right now." I warned, then released his wrist. "Till Monday, Shika."
And I returned to my room to toss and turn for the rest of the night. Until I got out my diary and wrote about it. Now I'm tired and angry and hurt, I swear Gaara better have a damn good excuse.
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Saturday – Got home, Sakura is bubbly and happy because she has a date with the cute first speaker of the water team while he's here.
"What should I wear!?" she asked excitedly, then went pale. "Oh… all my nice things are at the house…" When she said 'the house' of course, she meant, 'the house where her father is waiting to beat her to a pulp for running away'.
I sighed. "Don't worry, no tragedy, I do have nice things too."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, can I go through your wardrobe this afternoon?"
"Sure." I say. "Go ahead; just make sure you put everything back."
"I will!" and with that she skipped off towards the house, I looked at the fork in the road where it bent towards Gaara's lane, and resisted the urge to visit. I wonder if he knew how much it hurt. He promised, I got angry again, and stormed off to follow Sakura and help her choose what to wear.
It was actually, erm, refreshing, to be girly. Sakura and I giggled and went crazy trying on old things I haven't seen or worn for at least 5 years. She pulled out a tragic-looking old spandex play-suit. "Oh my god." She suppressed giggles. "This shouldn't be allowed to live."
I drop the dress I was examining and gape. "Ah! It's hideous!" I grimace at the disgusting piece of material. "Yuck."
"Why do you even own this!?" she laughs.
"I guess it was Mum's." I regret bringing mother up, I don't know why, but not thinking about it seems to make the desensitization less effective. When I used to wake up and remember it every morning it hurt more but it was so repetitive I grew numb. Now that I rarely notice her being gone, when it all comes back it's like lightning, hot and painful.
Sakura doesn't notice the battle going on in my head to just shrug off everything like I used too. "Yuck. Let's just pretend I never found this…" she drops it and laughs. "Think you have any Hand-Sanitizer? I feel dirty after touching it."
I laugh. "No, you might find soap in the bathroom though."
We spend the night compiling an outfit and I generously lend her my hard-earned boots. "Oh my god their hot!" she gasped when she saw them. "How did you get these? Their like designer!"
"It was in exchange for a favour." I say sourly.
"Well, I'd say it's worth whatever you did!"
I roll my eyes. "It depends."
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Sunday 3/6/15 – Sakura has gone off to her lunch-date. I feel alone.
Naruto was nice enough to remember I had a big debate, and he called, I felt better knowing at least somebody remembered I had a very stressful experience on Friday, even if they didn't come.
Ahh! That's it! I'M NEVER TALKING TO GAARA AGAIN!
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