Didn't get much time left this Thursday for writing this! Did my art work and then had to clean my mice out. They are supremely cute but trés pongios.

I have been doing Georgia fan art. As soon as I can get access to a scanner to upload them to Deviant Art I'll let you know.

Chapter 7- Put in a Loony bin for People to Laugh at Me

Friday June 24th

7.00am

My face mask had cemented it's self to my face. Had to pull it off. The faces mask obviously, not my face.

On the plus side it's taken all signs of a lurker rebellion away.

10 minutes later

I can't let Masimo see me in school uniform! That will only remind him how young I am.

1 minute later

You Reek! Or whatever the science-type people say. I have got it! I will put a white t shirt underneath my shirt. Haha, you can't see it. After school I'll whip it off in the Tart's Wardrobe and voilá! It's a bit plain but Dave said boys like things simple.

2 minutes later

Why am I thinking about Dave the Laugh?

I have perfected away to make the love bite completely invisible. Mix talcum powder with water to turn it into some sort of paste and then smear it on my neck until the love bite is covered then put foundation on top so I haven't got a big white blob on my neck.

10 minutes later

Now for 'natural' make up.

A discreet layer of foundation and some mascara. Perfect.

I'll do the rest in RE

3 minutes later

Now hair. I can't curl it in RE, even Miss Wilson who lives in the world of the very mad will notice me with curlers in my hair.

I know. I'll only curl the top layer and I'll put my beret over my curlers.

4 minutes later

Ouchy Ouch, the curlers are being forced into my head.

At Stalag 14

Manage to pass the armed guard (Hawkeye) and back up loon Miss. Stamp. They're all red and keen because of the other exams coming up to day. And that is the sadnosity of their life.

Assembly

Oh dear. Wet Lindsay has reached the heights of wetness. Slim was all jelloid and shaky when she was telling us Wet Lindsay was going to become a teacher apprentice for the next two weeks as she wants to become a teacher.

Slim said, "I hope there will be more of you that decide to follow in Lindsay's footsteps,"

I whispered to Ro-Ro, "I know I won't, think of all the glop left behind her like a snail…Lindsay the snail…hahaha…in a thong…erlack! I must get that image out of my head or I may have a laughing spas,"

Ro-Ro Gave me her special cross-eyed klingon salute of approval.

Then Slim actually said something fabbytastic and trés interesting. The School are making a school magazine and she needs us to be the editors.

I will see her about being the Agony Aunt, I know all about agony.

Blodge Exam

I don't know what the difference is between a bacteria and a virus is and what's more I don't giving a flying pig's bottom.

What is the point of me doing this? I'm not going to be a vet or anything.

Jas is in front of me, scribbling away like her life depends on it. She's so swotty. It's really sad. She actually cares about her exams.

3 minutes later

Hahahahaha. I have found a trés amusant way to annoy the exam invigilators (some sad pervert in a suit and an extremely twitchy woman who I think is related to Herr Kamyer)

Anyway, where was I before I interrupted myself? Oh yes, my trés amusant way to annoy twitchy and pervy suit. We aren't allowed to pick things up of the floor (do they think we're going to write notes on the floor?) and they have to come over. So I drop my pen. And they come over and pick it up. Then I drop it again as they walk off. Hahahahaha they're getting all red and annoyed but they can't shout at me because it'll disturb everyone else.

Even in my heights of nerviosity I am a comedy genius.

Break

Told the Ace Gang the dropping-pen fandango and they (all apart from old Swotty-knickers) did their wise nodding. We are all going to do the dropping-pen in the German exam next. What a hoot. A rootlin' tootlin' hootlin' hoot.

1 minute later

We were all sun bathing on the green and Ellen was rambling on for England about D the L.

"I really, really miss him…because…like…err…you know…yes…you know…groovy…um…he… really rate him,"

I said kindly, "Ellen, what in the name of Slim's elephantine footsies are you jabbering on about?"

Then she said, "Gee, when he...err…said to you yesterday, 'wear it proudly'…what did he mean?"

Jas looked at me.

"I have no idea," I lied.

That seemed to satisfy her.

German Exam

Trés amusant and sehr fantastisch. Every 30 seconds one of the Ace gang drops their pen. The invigilators are running round like loons on loon tablets picking up the pen. Even other people have cottoned on and have joined in. Vair, vair funny.

Lunch

Went to see Slim about the Agony Aunt place. I was just sitting outside the offices waiting for her to stop giving the first formers an earful because of knocking Elvis over playing tig when Hawkeye walked past.

"Georgia? What have you done this time,"

"Nothing Miss Heaton,"

"Don't give me nothing,"

And walked off. Adults are so full of suspiosity.

Eveeeennntually i got to see Slim

"What do you want? Who sent you here? What have you done?" she barked. Honestly, no one trusts me.

"I wanted to see about the Agony Aunt section on the magazine, I want to be an Agony Aunt you see,"

This suprised here because her mouth dropped open. Unless it gave way for her double chins.

1 minute later

Yesss! The Nub and gist of it is that i am now offically the Agony Aunt. Yesss.

RE

The Ace Gang sat in our usual haunts at the back. I am sooooooooo nervous about meeting Masimo. Is he going to say yes or no? When Miss Wilson had settled down and was rambling on about holy finger nails or something I started my makeup. I got Jas to put the mirror in the text book we were sharing so I could see what I was doing.

Foundation. Check. Nice and subtle- no orange trapeze artistic look about it.

Mascara. Check. Double check. I have so much on; I look like I'm wearing boy entrancers.

Eye Shadow. Check.

Lip gloss.

Should I wear Strawberry or Raspberry or a mixture?

I asked Jas, "Jas, what flavour?"

Jas said, "I don't know,"

Fine, then.

I ask Ro-Ro.

She said, "I know! I'll throw a rubber at Miss Wilson. If she turns around lefty ways it's Strawberry, if she turns around righty ways its Raspberry and if she ignores it, it's a mixture,"

Miss Wilson turned around right to look at us with her mouth hanging open like she was trying to catch flies.

Raspberry it is.

3.30pm

I took off my shirt in the tarts wardrobe so I just had the t shirt on and release my hair from the curler-torture. Ow. I am vair clever. The Ace Gang walked with me in the middle and kept laughing so it looked like I was very popular. Masimo would be a fool not to fall for me and my womanly charm.

I looked secretly over toward the gates. He wasn't there. Poo. All that nervousness for nothing.

But I feel sort of relieved some how. At least I can make sure I'm looking my tip topiness at home.

Running home

I'm jogging home.

Uh-oh, some Foxwood boys are lurking about.

One shouted "Watch those jugs," pointing at my nunga-nungas which were jumping up and down as I ran. Practically running by themselves. I ignored them and carried on, pant pant.

1 minute later

Puff! Out of breath. My neck is itching like an itching thing on itching tablets from all the talcum powder.

Home

Make up extravangza. My hand was shaking so much I poked myself in the eye with the mascara brush and had to do my entire eye again.

Uh Oh. Mini Loon, Libby came into my room.

I said, "Libby, Georgia's reeealy busy,"

Libby said, "No! Bad boy! Make up me,"

"Make up's for big girls, Libby,"

"No! Me and Angus wanna do snogglin; Make up me, NOW Ginger"

Good grief.

5 minutes later

I have made Libby into a cat like one of the face-painting type people. I used mums orange foundation and some brown lip liner for so tabby stipes.

She'll need to watch out for Naomi who might think she's her rival inluuurrve.

5.00pm

Masimo still hasn't come. I wonder whether he's with Thongee- snail.

Erlack, slime.

2 minutes later

Angus ran into my room covered in orange foundation and hid on top of my wardrobe.

Libby came in, smiling like her scary pantaliser doll.

"Where's my boyfwend?"

"So, Libby what number did you get up to?"

"Number 9, I like 9, it's a naice number,"

Lower body fondling. Oo-er

I laughed like a loon on loon tablets.

6.20pm

Where is Masimo?

7.50pm

Where art thou ye biggeth sexy italioneth Stallionee?

8.30pm

Waiting.

9.05pm

Still waiting. Ho hum pigs bum.

9.30pm

Maybe the door bell will ring when I count up to a hundred.

1 minute later

In French!

3 minutes later

In German.

4 minutes later

Alternating English, German and French.

"One, Zwei, Trois, four, fünf, six, seven, acht, neuf…"

10 minutes later

Now not only have I got a really bad head ache I'm still Masimo less.

1 minute later

What have I done to deserve this?

In my Bed of Pain.

10.45pm

I've taken off all my make up. Even off my love bite. It's gone bright red. It's probably infected. Or I've caught rabies. I'll be frothing at the mouth and put in a loony bin for people to laugh at me. At least I can just live in a straight jacket and not feel burnt by the scorns of luuurrrve. Masimo is probably too busy get slimed over by Wet Lindsay to have remembered me. I don't even have Libby in bed with me; she's too busy molesting Angus. Nobody cares about me. I'm going to have to be an old spinster or nun.

I can't be bothered to moisturise and exfoliate. Let those lurkers lurk. My life is over.

Poor old Georgia. Back in the Oven of Luuuurrve. I'll be writing my next chapter ASAP. Thank you for reviews xx. You know I luurrve you all!