Tuesday March 22, 2002

Journal,

So revenge plans have been made. I was just thinking about what could take down a group of seventh graders (because face it, Danny, Tucker, and I weren't going to cut it) and it came to me:

A group of eighth graders.

There arose a question: how does a sixth grader enlist the help of multiple eighth graders? Mostly the eighth graders just leave us alone. They don't really care about us, besides occasionally to use us as pawns in various drama crap, and that's probably a good thing, because while we are pawns, we aren't players like the seventh graders, which is even worse. My theory is that the eighth graders took out all the anger at what the now-ninth-graders did to them when they were sixth graders on the now-seventh-graders when they were seventh graders.

I'm getting off track. It looked like I was going to have to find and befriend an eighth grader then get them to garner their friend's support for my cause. Complicated, I know, but there was no better plan.

Since I only really had ever talked to one eighth grader before, I turned to someone I trusted would at least try to help.

Jazz Fenton.

Yup, Danny's older sister. She may be kind of a nerd, but she's the cool kind, the kind who has friends because, to be honest, she's a huge people pleaser, and she's good at it too. She wasn't too hard to find, I just asked Danny where her locker was (he came along too), found her debating what was in the cafeteria food with one of her friends, and asked to talk to her alone.

She was really nice, just like I knew she'd be, and was properly outraged when we explained the situation with her. She agreed that we had to do something, but we still had to figure out what. I suggested we get a group of eighth graders and shove the four bullies in their lockers overnight. Danny voted to beat them up. Jazz put out that we just threaten them and mess with their psyche. We ruled out Danny's idea first because we really didn't want to get in trouble for fighting on school grounds. My idea was gone next because apparently it was too extreme. We can't leave four kids locked in their lockers overnight!

So we gathered four of Jazz's friends- teacher's pet Tom (who was also Tucker's cousin), creepy Sara, ridiculously tall Max, and inappropriate jokes Kara (all of whom were geniuses in their own respect)- and went to the seventh grade hallway to hunt some jerks.

After we found them, Jazz tapped the leader on his shoulder, and all four turned around after.

I'm going to quote the following conversation, because it was GREAT.

Me: "Listen up: you hurt my friend-"

Danny: "My best friend."

Jazz: "Practically my second brother."

Tom: "My cousin."

Kara: "That weird sixth grader in my computer software class."

Me: "And now you are going to pay."

Gulps from the four boys.

Sara: "Chill, we aren't going to beat you up."

Max, under his breath: "At least not right now."

Jazz: "We are going to get our revenge. But you will never see it coming."

Danny: "It could be tomorrow in your locker, Friday after school, or anything anywhere."

Sara, creepily: "Watch your back."

Me: "And stay away from Tucker Foley."

I think we successfully scared the crap out of them.

Monday, March 28th, 2002

Dear You:

I don't think it's really cool you found my journal, but thanks for telling me, I guess. I can't believe what You wrote... didn't think that's what someone's reaction would be after reading all my thoughts and feelings for a year and a half, but whatever. Since you're either an eighth grader or a seventh grader, I'm not sure how you figured out my locker combo, but you didn't take any of my stuff, so I don't think I'll have to see about getting it changed. Even so, after I leave this in my locker for a day for you to read, I'm re-hiding this. Congrats on finding it though!

Sam.

PS: Thanks- I'm glad you like my poems! You should try writing one sometime, it's fun!

Friday, April 1st, 2002

Dear Journal,

There are things I will never pen down in here. Secrets I won't preserve, thoughts paper wouldn't accept, worries that don't fit into words.

But since I can't write any of that, I'll write what I can write. And right now, I've got poems!

I was scared
I'll admit
In middle school,
I didn't think I'd fit.
But in reality
It's not so bad
Anyone really
Can get along fine
With a sense of humor
And friends by your side.

I wasn't lying, I was scare for middle school. But it's not so bad... especially since the seventh graders have pretty much been leaving Danny, Tucker, and me alone since the incident with Jazz and her friends. They weren't particularly bothering us before, but now they won't dare cross us:). Classes aren't hard, but then they never had been for me. And I just like laughing- at myself, at my friends, at everyone. It's really underrated.

On the Goth front, I still can't muster apathy. I don't mind though- being Goth is all about being independent and not molding to society, right? Well I'm not molding to society's idea that Goths have to be apathetic. I'm going to be Goth, but not at the cost of me.

I'm rebelling against the rebels
And rebelling against society
I'm rebelling against the idea
That I should be anyone but me.

Profoundly unprofound,

Sam.

AN: That was that... reviews make new chapters come faster!

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