AN: okies, here is the next chapter, sorry it took me a week to update, grade 10 math means lots of homework! Not to mention we have a unit test on Monday:(.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Dear Diary: is this Love?

Ch. 2: the Start of Something?

Sept, 17, 2008

Dear Diary,

Heyyy…I've always wondered…what's the whole point in writing 'Dear Diary'? I mean…can't you just start writing?? Anyway …..Guess what!! Theodore talked to me today!! yay!!

Okay so my whole plan of approaching him totally bombed, but we still talked riiight??

Okay so yeah it went like this.

The whole day practically went by soo fast…like it was just rushing me closer to art class, which I was getting totally nervous for. Today I was gonna formally talk to him….like I've talked to him before and stuff. But it was never a real conversation. So finally! The last bell for fourth period rang and it was time for art class. Eeeeek!! I was so completely nervous.

I got there quite early because my science class is right across the hall from my art class so I'm one of the first people to get there. Theodore gets there early too; I think he might have fourth lunch…yeah that's probably why. Anyway…some of the grade 12's were still in the art room from their last class. Was great actually. The room smelled of sawdust because somebody was sawing a wooden chair. You see one of the grade 12's final projects is to bring in any kind of chair, and decorate it with things that represent you and make it an unrealistic statue of sorts. It's amazing what some people come up with. One girl had a fish pond underneath the chair, and a fake T.V. with a disco ball inside it. She even had a tiny radio taped on it (decorated with paint and plaster) that played all of her favorite songs. I was amazed and filled with excitement for grade twelve arts.

Anyway, the room smelled of sawdust because a boy was cutting his chair. One girl was sitting in Theodore's seat because she was still packing up. So Theodore kind of waited for her at the desk behind his. Which is the desk right beside mine. So I kind of squeezed around him and put my bag on the back of my chair. I went to my cupboard and got my art things for that period and made my way back over to my desk. He was still waiting for the girl. I put my sheets and pens on my desk and glanced over at him hesitantly. He looked over at me…then looked back at his seat, then back at me again.

"Did you finish your template?" he asked. My head snapped up. A lump caught in my throat but I quickly swallowed it.

"Uh yeah…but I think I put too many shading numbers on it" I said taking out my rough copy and showing him. He nodded when he saw it.

"that's good, I'm still not sure which picture I should use, I photoshoped one last night to see if I could use it" he explained, showing me a black piece of paper with some faded white lines that looked like they were outlining buildings.

What the heck is that!! It just looks like a black piece of paper! How can you use that for a template??

"oh cool" I lied, pretending to actually like the picture. What!? I can't exactly say what I was thinking to his face! What kind of person would I be then? The grade 12 girl had left the desk and Theodore sat down, looking at his picture. I sighed. That's the end of that conversation. Well…at least I talked to him right? That was good! He totally blew the whole 'me approaching him' thing though. I was still happy anyways. After a while the rest of the class gathered in and took out their supplies from their cupboards. Soon everyone was scratching away at their projects.

Oh yeah! Did I tell you? We are doing these scratching drawings. The teacher gives you a black piece of paper, and instead of shading in all of the dark spots, you have to shad all of the ones were there is light. I absolutely hated this project because I was no good at it. Even Theodore was doing a better job! It turns out he had another template to use after the teacher turned down his photoshoped picture. He was already scratching away with everyone else. His was really good too! It was a picture of crabs on the beach. Mine was one of three birds and two squirrels on a tree. This wasn't fair. I'm supposed to be the better artist. I was superior to everybody in my class last year….this sucks.

Oh crap.

I'm turning into Brittany!!

Crap this isn't good! Nobody is more attention-seeking than Brittany! She is the most egotistical girl I know! I'm supposed to be the sweet kind one! Art makes me competitive. So do sports but I don't brag about being the best on the team. And I don't try to be, I just play the game for fun. But art? Nooo I have to be the best in my art class. Grrrr. I don't want to be conceded.

Anyway. Everybody was scratching…then.

"Eleanor what did you get on that?" Theodore's voice asked. My head shot up again. For some reason when I'm doing art my face gets really close to my work and I totally hunch myself over. It's a bad habit.

I felt my face get hot as he called my name. He knew my name!! He didn't know my name last year! I knew this because one day last year in English, he was handing out essays. Then he got to me and he's all like:

"Your Emily right?"

I got so mad, and then the teacher gave me my essay personally and totally cut him off in mid sentence. She was all like:

"Here you go Eleanor, great work"

He looked embarrassed for a moment then walked away. HA! That's what you get for not knowing my name. Revenge is sweet, especially when you don't even expect it to happen.

Anyway I got over my shock quickly and answered his question.

"Uh the Medieval drawing? I got 96" I said loud enough for him to hear. I was happy my voice hadn't gone all squeaky out of nervousness. He nodded at my response. Eager to keep the conversation going I asked:

"What did you get?"

"98" he answered. My face went red. Damn! He got better than me! Oh great! If I wasn't good at my art, or better than him what was I? grrr. This is so unfair. ohwell….that was quickly covered with constant inner gushes of…

HE SAID MY NAME!!

My life is complete….haha just kidding.

I was happy again all on the way home like yesterday. My sisters congratulated me after I told them. When we got home, instead of doing homework, like I always do, I went on the computer to see who was on.

My friend Alison was on. Yay!

After I told her what happened she sent constant "eee!'s and 'aww's.

Alison:yay! This is good! He's making conversation!

Me: I know! (L)

Alison: now YOU have to talk to him tomorrow

Me:……...

Me: crap.

Alison: Ellie!! You HAVE to start the conversation sometime! If you don't he might not think your interested!!

Me: noooo! Believe me I AM interested

Alison: well then talk to him tomorrow!

Me: mmmmm I'll try

After a while when neither of us said anything…Alison typed:

Alison: Ellie? -blush-

Me: what?

Me: it isn't something weird is it?

Alison: what do you think it is?

Me: idk…but you put the blushing face

Alison: ya

Alison: well…there's this guy in my design tech class…and he's really HOT! And he makes me all nervous and stuff.

I gawked at the screen for like, 5 minuets. Oh my gawsh!! Alison had a crush!! Now it was my turn to manipulate her with advice!!

Me: ooohhh??

Alison: I don't know what to do!!

Me: awww!! Alison now YOU have to talk to him!!

Alison: but what about Brandon?

Me: ohh…ya that…

Yep…Alison already had a boyfriend that she rarely ever saw, but she loved him a lot. I could see know why she was confused. She has weird feelings for a guy in her class, but she is still in love with her boyfriend, and rarely ever sees him.

We talked for like hours on the subject and I tried to help her as much as possible. I felt happy for her about the other guy, but sad too because she was totally torn. In the end she decided to talk a break with her boyfriend and see how it goes, if she was happier, she would break up with him, permanently. I told her to do what she thought was best, which is all I really could tell her.

I finally had to leave because Jeanette had to go on for homework, which reminded me; I still had homework to do.

Crap.

Anyways, my homework is done now and I'm writing to pass time, also I know I'll want to re-read this later :P.

Ohhh I have to go, it's dinner time (yes!!). Gee I hope the Fun Dip I've been eating this whole time doesn't ruin dinner…..

Anyway bye-bye!

Eleanor Miller.

PS: he said my NAME!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

An: yay Ellie! He said her NAME! lol, sorry this chapter was shorter, I wanted it to be realistic, and Diary Entries aren't always long ones. The next one might be longer….maybe. Maybe not idk.

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