I am so sorry that I haven't been as consistent with my updates! but, come on, i (apparently) do have a life. lots to do for Christmas! and I am having a little
writers block for Chapter 7 of "beautiful monster"...but no worries, i am not giving up on it. i am just trying to come up with an idea. but, i probably wont update beautiful monster until after Christmas. so in the mean time please Enjoy Chpt. 15 of Dear Diary, and please review they make my day! xoxoxo-Tenney.
Chapter 15
"Celine, this is Gabriel-" Troy started, suddenly it felt like a huge lump had formed in his throat;
a lump that would not go away. In the meantime, Celine, being the bimbo that she was oblivious to the
enhanced feeling of awkwardness that felt like a boulder crushing down on everyone's shoulder's. So,
she just said: "Gabriella? I haven't seen you since-"
"High School." Gabriella finished, suddenly she felt a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach,
and she didn't like it. "we were in high school when-" she was interrupted by Angie stuffing her mouth,
and almost spitting mashed potatoe bits over the table.
"Oh! Yummy! This is so good!" Angie burst, shoveling a huge spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth,
"isn't this good? I mean, I could eat this forever its so good!" and the stuffing of her mouth continued. Everyone
just stared at her, with raised eyebrows-Celine, with a look of disgust.Hm, I guess she doens't like kids; I can change that.
Angie thought, immediately pulling together the threads of a plan in her brain. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't
hear her mother speak.
"Angelina,recuerda sus maneras.." her mother scolded, "I'm sorry, Troy. I don't know what got into her, she usually doesn't
act like this; she's-"
"It's all right, Gabi. Just chill, I'm sure she didn't mean it." He said, a smirk growing on his face. Same old, rambling Brie. he thought.
Troy still felt awkward with Celine on his lap at that moment-but, he shouldn't be feeling awkward about it. He's been with her since the end of senior
year, and she thinks that they are engaged-which they are not. (Yeah!) but, he still shouldn't feel awkward about having her
on his lap. But, with Gabriella here, it just felt...awkward.
The adults sat there, saying words that meant nothing to the 11 year old sitting at the end of the small square table, Angie sat there trying to
swallow her mashed potato mess that sat in a huge glob in her mouth. Then an idea hit her, funny how fast they come. Maybe I don't need to EAT these
potatoes, Celine does look...poco un demasiado flaca...maybe i could help her out a bit. she thought, spitting her mashed mess into a napkin; grateful that
her parents didn't see. This was her idea, and she put it immediately to work. "Daddy?" insert big, doe-like eyes here.
Three adults' heads turned toward her, Celine's facial expression was priceless and her nasally voice squeaked out her words,
Angie tried SO hard not to laugh. But, hey, it was hard. "Daddy?" Angie beamed brighter when Celine squeaked that five-letter word. "Troysie,
what does she mean-"
"Excuse me," Angie said, getting up with a mushy, gooey napkin wad in her hand. "But, i was talking, Daddy?"
Troy was hesitant. "Yes?"
"Can I talk to-Celine?," Troy nodded, "okay-can I talk to her for a moment, it wont be long."
Again, Troy was hesitant, but he nodded a 'yes' and Angie pulled Celine off to one side, but making sure they were still purposely with eyesight, and
hearing distance. "Okay, what do you want, kiddo?" she said, trying to get along with the troll. Angie's face turned slightly red, and her voice grew menacing-the times
of practicing at theatre camp. "Okay, first off; call me 'kiddo' again, i will sneak into your room at night and skin your ass off and boil it the next morning and eat it for
breakfast" Celine's face paled, "and second; don't talk to me unless I'm done speaking or unless I give you permission to, got it?" an even paler Celine nodded, as Angie continued. "and...I just want a hug."
That loosened Celine back to her original, bubbly state. "Aw...I love hugs!" she bent down to be at Angie's "level" and wrapped her arms around her. Only to
quickly pull away when she felt something cold, wet, and slimy on her back. "Ew!" her exclamation was so loud that Troy and Gabriella both turned and stared with their
mouth's falling a gape. "What is this?"
Angelina stood tall and crossed her arms before speaking. "That was a warning." she said plainly.
"A warning? for what?" Celine asked, thoroughly confused.
"A warning telling and reminding you that you just signed a contract to be tormented by your worst nightmare, baby. So watch out." Angie growled into her face, "Now you must live with it for as long as you're here. So, if I were you I wouldn't cower behind the boss man's shoulder, because-sabes que?-I know all your moves." and
with that she marched off to the guest room with a triumphant smile on her face.
Dear Diary,
That little brat ruined my top! this shirt is Prada! and it's one...of...a...kind! ugh!
i can't have nothing nice!
"Signed a contract with ...worst nightmare! ha! yeah right!
do your worst, i am not scared of you!
-Celine
Dear Diary,
Operation "Stumble" has commenced,
stand by for phase one. and be prepared,
that bitch is going down!
tootles-
Angelina Anna Maria Montez