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Entry 1
Title: Get Your Asses In Gear!
By: Sex on Wheels
Yo! You just picked up “The Journal.” Great title; I know (Hey, at least not The Notebook. I could have made this so much worse.). So here’s the deal, now that you picked up The Journal, you’ve become a part of it. Calm the fuck down, it’s not a huge commitment. Just hear me out. The Journal is a place for you to write whatever the hell you want to; whether it’s venting, your conquests, even a grocery list.
But here’s the catch, you have to do it anonymously.
(Think less Chamber of Secrets, more Anne Frank.)
Here are your rules. Read them or I’ll kill you through the page (Now you can think Chamber of Secrets):
Rule 1: You CANNOT lose this journal. It’s for a grade in my psych class this year and I cannot fail. I’m so close to getting out of here. Return this to Room 247 by seven P.M. every Friday. I’ll know if you don’t.
Rule 2: Do not use your name. Use a pen name and stick with it. With all the crap that’s bound to get written in here, someone’s gonna get suspended if it ever gets found. I’ve got Ms. Mills to back me, but I can’t promise safety from Principal Naomi or Dean Mosely. Write in here at your own risk.
Rule 3: Don’t be stupid. Seriously, it’ll only lead to loads of shit for you and for me if this gets out in the open. Besides, do you really want all the people you talk about coming after you? I thought not.
Rule 4: No matter how fucked up, how awful the shit storm, you may not cross anything out. ANYTHING. Yours truly is the only one who can do that and it will only happen if I think it’s necessary. Really, it won’t be happening.
One last thing, the Journal will be transported through the following manner (You mess this up, I will find your ass and kick it to next Tuesday): There are white stickers all over the campus with “JDZ” written on them. These are The Journal Drop Zones. You must drop The Journal there and only there. If you find it anywhere else, write down where you found it and I’ll take care of it. And if anyone asks what the stickers are, say they’re for a new band or something and make it up. Eventually students will catch on to what they are, but keep faking it in front of teachers.
That’s about it. Congrats, you've been assimilated into the Journal. Resistance is futile.
So get your asses in gear and start writing.
Sex on Wheels
Entry 2
Title: Let the Gossip Begin
By: Gumby Girl
Fantastic idea, Sex on Wheels! Though seriously, the name? Why is it so painfully obvious that you’re a guy? But anyways, finally, a gossip…center thingy! Not that I’m not already the center of gossip. But still! I’ll get right down to it. The gossip. Oh the glorious gossip.
Summer break ups and hook ups and the details.
Dean and Cassie. They were together for about two months. But then something completely blew up there and now Dean is officially open for business. Anyone know what happened there? Apparently she did the breaking, but she’s not talking to anyone about it! And Dean is…well, you know Dean.
Meg has been going out with this guy named Lucifer since the beginning of June. Apparently he’s a freshman in college and he goes to KU. But no one’s saying anything else. She's weirdly quiet about the whole thing and Meg is always shouting about her love life so something big must be happening there. I'll let you know if I can get anything else.
Gordon and Abaddon have been together since about a few weeks ago. Gordon’s been trying to get into her pants for over a year and she finally said yes. They’re constantly pissed off with each other, but he must be good because she hasn’t dumped him.
And I’m pretty sure Balthazar is still in love with himself…Or his hand at least.
Onto other news:
Oh, and I finally heard why Crowley came to Lawrence High last year. Apparently he fucked one of his students at the last place he taught. Someone caught wind of it and he was fired! Her parents sued him and everything for harassment. Just EW! How could anyone ever want to deal with him, especially someone our age? GROSS GROSS GROSS!!!! And I can totally see it in his eyes. He just has this way of looking at me that makes me want to take a shower. Ugh, I’m like, shuddering right now at the thought of him. He’s just that gross!
And did you hear? Alastair got suspended for having a bag of pot! They found it stuffed in his shorts during the locker checks this morning. How stupid can you be to bring pot on the first fucking day of school?! He’s going to be out for the next couple of days (If not weeks) and he’ll probably be banned from the first football game as well. Damn, he was one of the only good players on our team. There went any chance of winning the first game! At least the cheerleading squad will be amazing. As always.
But I bet someone ratted him out. Only reason someone would check today.
Anyways, I’ll pass this off for now, but expect me! I’ll be back!
Gumby Girl
Entry 3
Title: A Little Advice
By: Mr. Comatose
Though I will admit that this is a creative manner in which to complete your psychology assignment, I must say that this is the wrong manner in which to go about it. It is undoubted that you will eventually be discovered and then will be in serious trouble. But the likelihood is that we will all discover the identities of the other writers before this come to pass. There will be arguments and discrepancies over what is written and what is truly meant. This is more trouble than it’s worth. The teachers will eventually hear the rumors and the whispers. They aren’t stupid, you know.
For example, Gumby Girl’s entry about Mr. Crowley is completely false. Such an accusation could get you in extreme trouble as can be qualified as libel. If The Journal is uncovered by the teachers, then you will be the one to receive the blame, Sex on Wheels.
Stop this. Now. Before you or anyone else gets hurt.
Mr. Comatose
PS: You made an error in your first entry. Please fix it.
Anonymous [uh-non-uh-muhs]
Adjective
- Without any name acknowledged, as that of author, contributor, or the like
Pseudonymous [soo-don-uh-muhs]
Adjective
- Writing or written under a false name
Entry 4
Title: Whoa Man
By: Texas Ranger
Slow down there, Mr. Comatose! You raise some good points and we acknowledge them, but if you don’t want to do this then you don’t have to! So if you’re so inclined to butt out, please do so.
Anyways, the part about Mr. Crowley, Comatose was right about that. And Gumby Girl, wow, do you write a lot. But make sure you check your sources, alright? There, everybody’s happy. No need to get so uptight about it.
Now, some serious business. Lunch today was so freaking awful! Isn’t the menu absolutely terrible?! Meatloaf, seriously?! That’s something they serve in comic books and even then it’s horrible! I think someone should complain to the principle about all this crap they’re feeding us. I’m gonna die of starvation if they keep this up!
Texas Ranger
Entry 5
Title: Should I be worried?
By: Moose
This just reeks of my brother. And I guess he’d be kinda disappointed if I didn’t at least write something down in here, so here I go. I can’t believe I’m buying into something like this. I bet you’ll be hearing from him very soon.
Quick question though. Is the food really that bad? I’m a freshman and well, if I’m going to be stuck here for the next four years, I’ve got to know what to be prepared for.
Moose
Entry 6
Title: Social suicide by overprotective parents
By: The Rebellious One
Hello, I guess. I don’t know, no one really seems to be introducing themselves. Anyways, Sex on Wheels, really? I’m agreement with Gumby on this one. The name is just a bit…much. Your ego okay?
Gumby, if anyone ratted Alastair out, it was Dean. After all the shit that went down between them last semester, it wouldn't be any surprise if Dean was looking for a bit of revenge. I really wouldn't blame the guy.
Anyways, Moose. Don’t worry, the food isn’t usually this bad. We’ve got a new food provider this year so they’re still working out the kinks. It should be fine within the next week or two. Until then, watch out for the meatloaf.
So…I’m just gonna go ahead and start venting. Skip if you’d like, but I’m seriously about to go postal and kill my family. So I got in a little trouble this summer. That doesn’t give them the right to take away everything from me! I don’t think they understand how much I just really needed to blow off some steam. So I smoked a joint, big whoop. Half the school has done it already. I was at a rave and my friends were there to take care of me so it wasn’t like I was going to keel over and die! I’m just doing what a natural teenager would do and I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions, even if they don’t approve!
God, my brother's done hella worse and they don't give a fuck about what he does. Why the hell do they just care about what shit I do?!
Any advice on how to get the parents off my ass?
Rebellious
Entry 7
Title: Look what I found!
By: Gumby Girl
Gonna jump right into the thick of it.
Comatose, well sorry. It’s gossip. Not all of it is true. I just told you what I heard, I didn’t say whether it was true or not. That’s why I reached out here, so I could get a solid answer. See, no bad intentions, just searching for the truth. And seriously, this is so great. I should have thought of this years ago. How can you bash it?! This is not bash-worthy!!! You need to chill. Go take a walk, read a book. Yoga helps me personally. But really, get the stick out of your ass before you come back.
Rebellious, been there. Well, mine was junior prom last year with liquor, but still. Give it some time and they’ll eventually come around. Bonus points in their eyes for kissing ass. I made mine a full three-course dinner. Did the trick.
In other news, I heard that Lisa was made captain of the cheerleading squad! I’m so pissed that I didn’t get it, but congrats Lisa, you totally deserve it! You better not keep us too late like half the practices last year! God, I remember when Hester kept us going in the rain for two hours. Half the squad ended up with the flu after that. How did she not get fired?
And I swear, if I have to hear Abaddon talk about screwing Gordon one more time, I’m gonna scream. It’s as simple as that. All of gym and she won’t shut up about it. I don’t give a shit about what size his dick is! Keep it to yourself! I’m about ready to fucking kill her.
I’m off to return this to room 247 since it’s about 6:45 and a Friday. Woohoo! Weekend! But seriously, I wonder if I’ll meet the mysterious Sex on Wheels there, but then that’d ruin half the fun of trying to figure out who he is. I’ll guess I’ll just have to see when I get there.
See you on Monday, Journal.
Gumby