Dear Diary
Chapter 3
With Troy in San Diego
The alarm clock went off. It seemed louder than usual. "Ugh..." he groaned. He buried his
face in his pillow until a faint, feminine voice called after 3 minutes, "Troy!" he moved slightly. "You know you
have an interview today!"
He groaned again, "Alright, Celine!"
He tossed and kicked the covers off and thrust bth his feet over the side of the mattress. He
rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath before getting off the bed and picking out an outfit to prepare
for a hell of a long day.
End of Troy
If there was ever a moment where Angelina had ever been bored out of her mind, then that moment
was right here is her advanced physics class (courtesy of mother) with her teacher droning on and on in such a
monotone voice, "Montez...", she could swear that she a would die if this class went on for another minute,
"Montez..."
She couldn't wait till her two week winter break; spending it with her mom, going to her grandmothers
house on Christmas! (her grandpa's house on Christmas eve) the smell of gingerbread-
"Miss Montez! Answer the question!"
"Huh?" she asked, her teachers usual monotone broke out of its usual...tone. Also, she should've been
paying attention.
"Miss Montez," the teacher said, "if you cannot pay attention during the lesson, then you have after school
detention." and the monotone was back. Oy.
"With all due respect-"
"No talk backs, detention, after school, here."
Oy,
Detention was hell! Clean the desks, clean the windows, clean the black board. yadda yadda yadda.
"Mom! I'm home!" yelled Angelina.
"I'm in the living room!" echoed her mother.
Angelina sighed heavily as she trudged lazily to the living room. "Hey mom."
"Detention?" her mom said, turning towards her, with her eyebrows raised increduosly.
"Yeah-"
"Why and how?" she simply asked.
"Well, the teacher may have-"
"'may have'?"
"-asked me a question and I didn't answer." she continued, as if her mother's interruption was nothing.
"Wow," Gabriella said, "wow..."'
"What?" Angie asked, curious to her mother's word choice.
"You may look like me-"
"Except for my eyes," Gabriella stared at her daughter. "I've noticed yours is brown and mine are blue, the
bathrooms does have a mirror."
"Anyway, I was saying that, you may look like me, but you act like your-"
"-father, I know."
"And share his personality."
Dear Diary,
My mom keeps comparing me to my 'father',
I've never met him for gods sakes! ugh! sorry. I just get annoyed easily.
Deep breaths. Calm down. Anyway, I am so psyched to visit my grandpa! for
Christmas eve especially. And on Christmas day is when me and my mom go
to my grandma's house in New Mexico. My grandpa lives in San Diego. I totally
Can't wait. For some reason, I feel like something awesome is going to happen.
Gotta go, BYE!
Tootles-
Angie.