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spoilers for book nine! haven’t read this series in a while so uh it’s not 100% the best
date: march 15th
i’m sure i’m failing ALL of my classes, i’m 100% going to summer school :(
at least it doesn’t take place at crummy wcd though, this place is a dump and everyone knows it.
i don’t know how rich people like the ccps can stand going to school here, like isn’t there ANY other place you can go to?? you’re RICH guys, like come on.
if mackenzie’s family placed her in another school i wouldn’t have to deal with her snide remarks about my fashion choices EVERY SINGLE DAY. that would be AMAZING. but if that happened i also wouldn’t be able to get a whiff of her expensive perfume every time we’re at our lockers. mmmm…
date: march 16th
chloe and zoey told me to meet them in the janitors closet today. they left a note at my locker saying it was about something ‘direly important.’ my mind immediately thought of the absolute WORST things, like one of them broke a bone, they were moving away, or the bad boyz broke up! that would be HORRIBLE.
during the switch between classes, i snuck im the closet and shut the door.
“ok, spill.” i said, crossing my arms.
chloe and zoey exchanged excited looks, and squealed and flapped their hands.
“JASON ASKED ME OUT!!” chloe screamed, jumping up and down. (check the name of the boy she likes)
“really?!” i said. that’s totally wicked AWESOME, and i wasn’t completely jealous at all. but in my opinion, jason and his buddies seem like douches. always hanging around with ccps and being gross jocks. i hope i’m wrong about him for chloe’s sake.
“i know right?!!!” she swooned.
“anyway, we’re going to a movie together and i need advice on what i should wear!”
zoey piped in. “i suggested a sweater and a cute skirt, but we wanna know your opinion!”
i tapped my chin thoughtfully.
something cute but not over-doing it would be perfect. something that screams ‘i’m 100% the best girl for you.’
“hmmm…”
i snapped my fingers. “you know what, that sweater and skirt idea sounds great!”
“glad to know we were all on the same page.” chloe said.
we left the closet and parted ways. i was gonna be a few minutes late for biology, but honestly it’s not the end of the world.
wait.
OH NO, that means i have less time to sit beside BRANDON!
i speed-walked the rest of the way there. no way in hell i was gonna let him be lonely while he waited for me so patiently!!
i gave up on speedwalking and sprinted the rest of the way there. the hall monitors were on their break, luckily, so i wouldn’t get in trouble. hehe.
i skidded to a halt, placing my hand on the doorknob. turning it, i quietly creeped in while the teacher (her name is mrs stork) was giving a lesson on the boring human respiratory system.
unfortunately, though, i wasn’t as stealthy as i thought i was. >:(
“miss maxwell! what have i told you about being late?” she called out, drawing some students attention to me.
i hate being the center of attention, usually it’s bad and everyone is gonna laugh at you for whatever stupid thing you did.
i stood there like a deer in headlights.
“u-uh, you told me not to- not to do it?” i stammered.
“that’s right. don’t do it. if this keeps up we’re going to have to get rather serious.” she lightly tapped her silver glasses with her pointing stick.
“i hope you understand?”
i rubbed my neck.
“u-uh, yeah.”
“good. now have a seat.”
i said down quickly, trying desperately to ignore the prying eyes of the class ccps.
the humiliation they cause me is just getting sickening, i swear! >:(
brandon nudged my arm.
“hey miss tardy.” he joked.
my back slid down my chair, and i sighed. i gave him a slight glare for that, even though it WAS just a joke.
“hey, hey, i’m sorry.” he held up his hands in surrender.
i love his humour, even if i don’t publicly show it. :)
“so, how’s brianna doing?” he asked.
“you wanna know about my sister?” i re-stated.
that seems a little odd, coming from brandon. i mean, he’s a nice guy, but i didn’t really expect him to ask about my little SISTER. i’m the one he’s closer too, anyway.
“yeah. marcus (name check) wants to know, since he hasn’t seen her lately. class change, and all.”
ah,
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brandon nudged my arm.
“so, what’s shaking? you seem a little down.”
i don’t know HOW ON EARTH he manages to get things write all the time, but it SERIOUSLY freaks me out.
right now i’m thinking about chloe, and what she said in the closet. i want her to be happy and all, but i don’t want her to be with a bad guy, you know? jason always hangs out with the mean popular kids and i don’t want chloe to get roped into that. ever.
like, CHLOE, as a CCP??? NO WAY. if that happened i might just pluck my eyeballs out with a rusty spatula. a ccp would ditch me and zoey to squabble will all the other phonies.
but she’d never do something like that, right?
i picked at my nails.
“well… you see, chloe’s going out with a boy. a popular one. and i don’t want her to get hurt or ditch us for fake people.” i admitted.
he blinked. “oh, that’s a tough one. hmm..”
“i know, i know, she’s allowed to make her own choices and all, and i should just stop worrying so much.” i dismissed.
brandon shook his head.
“no, no, it’s ok to worry about your friends. our friends. i suggest waiting and seeing if things go well. if they do, great! if not, you could pull her out of that situation faster than the speed of light.”
i laughed.
“yeah, that sounds like a good idea. i’ll just mind my own business for now, i guess.”
brandon always knows just how to make me feel better, even if he’s literally just sitting there. he’s a good friend, i think. i hope i don’t ever lose him.
date: march 18th
today in gym class we played dodgeball for like the third time this week. if not for the violent throwing, i might actually LIKE the game.
although, i’ve recently noticed the popular kids are targeted. i guess because if you got one of them out, you instantly gain lots of popularity, at least for like a day or so.
all this means that i can just stick to the sidelines of the gym and count the dirt smudges on the floor without being assaulted by rubber balls. sometimes it pays to be unpopular.
i named the biggest smudge joe, and the smallest one moe. :P
i was actually kind of having fun,
until a stray ball smacked my face.
“OW!” i said, jumping up from the ground in surprise. my nose and forehead throbbed.
“HAHA! the dork maxwell is out!” someone called out.
i sighed, frustrated, and sat with the few other kids on the out bench.
that ball really HURT. that kind of throw should be ILLEGAL in our modern society.
to my utter shock, there was a ccp sitting next to me, watching the game.
and not just ANY ccp, the freaking QUEEN of them ALL.
yes, mackenzie hollister. i didn’t think she’d get actually get HIT, she’s like a whiz at dodging. i’ve seen her in action, it’s honestly kinda mesmerizing. she’s REALLY good.
i kind of stared at her a little to long,
she glanced my way and flipped her hair haughtily.
i rolled my eyes. her perfume is a little too strong today i gotta say.
in the change rooms, i sat in my usual spot. far away from everyone and in the corner so i’m slightly unnoticeable.
every time girls change in here, they gossip and sing and do crazy hand-stand stuff. it’s weird.
maybe it’s because the teachers can’t come in here to get them to stop, lol.
mostly everyone had left already except for me and a few ccps.
i’m usually last because i like changing in the nice and quiet room.
“so, mackenzie, what’s the status with you and braaaandon?” i heard someone say.
that caught my attention, and my ears couldn’t help but listen in.
i inched closer to the edge of the wall corner, peering over.
“well, we’re not really, close, like at all.” mackenzie said.
“really? are you still trying to woo him or something?” another girl said.
“well, i guess… maybe. i don’t know. i hate to admit it, but i kind of want to get closer to someone else…”
“oh, honey, you gotta let me know who. stuff like this needs to be shared in the bestie circle!”
the ccp girls including mackenzie finished changing and walked to around another corner to the door of the room. i couldn’t hear their conversation anymore.
“what..” i said out loud. it echoed on the white walls.
mackenzie is GIVING UP on brandon?! i was convinced she was dead set on him for LIFE. she talks about it so damn much!
i scratched my head.
who the heck would she like so much she would pass up HIM?!
i don’t get it. i don’t get it at ALL.
juicy gossip like this doesn’t just NOT get documented, which is why i’m writing this right now after school.
i’ve gotta text chloe and zoey ASAP.
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Today, march 8th, 5:43 pm
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zoey336: she said WHaT?
chloeOwO_chan: i guess this means she won’t bother you anymore right?? hopefully??
nikki.<3: i guess so, i just didn’t think she was the kind of person to just- GIVE UP on something like that. it kinda boggles my mind.
zoey336: yeah that’s crazy 0_0
chloeOwO_chan: wait doesn’t she hate u for more than being friends with brandon?? 🤨
nikki.<3: well- uh, yeah. in her diary (well, MY diary actually) she listed TEN WHOLE reasons why she hates me. and most of them weren’t even true!
zoey336: ..most?
nikki.<3: she listed us toilet papering her house that one time, remember?
zoey336: ohh, that.
chloeOwO_chan: ok but like that was fun ASF and i don’t have any regrets 💅
zoey336: what- chloe, we could have gotten in some SERIOUS trouble!
chloeOwO_chan: well yeah, but u gotta admit it was still FUN right??
nikki.<3: ..yeah, it was
zoey336: you guys-
zoey336: ugh anyway i have to go, my mom needs me. ttyl besties
chloeOwO_chan: awe bye 😿
nikki.<3: ttyl 👋
date: march 19th
i hardly got ANY sleep last night.
brianna woke everyone up by whining about some stupid bug in her room.
it’s the weekend, i should be able to RELAX.
when i get woken up after being asleep, there is a ZERO PERCENT CHANCE of me falling asleep again. i just can’t. it’s literally IMPOSSIBLE.
i call this nikki syndrome.
i tossed and turned until i saw the freaking SUN come up. my brain feels so frazzled, and my eyes are hot too.
when my mom came in to wake me up, (my alarm clock broke in a brianna incident and we have yet to get a new one) i was already up and sitting on my bed, staring at the old bad boyz poster peeling off my wall.
“oh, i didn’t expect you to already be up.” she said, resting her hand on the doorknob.
i made a zombie-like noise in response.
“hardly slept, didn’t you?”
i nodded my head.
“then you should nap later today. in the meantime, come have some breakfast.” she smiled.
she closed the door and left.
i didn’t get up and move until five minutes later.
i got out a bowl, a spoon, and some milk. then i grabbed the box of fruity pebbles off the top of the fridge.
thank goodness brianna wasn’t up yet, otherwise i wouldn’t be able to bring these out. she gets all hyper when she eats them, so my parents and i hide them where she can’t see >:)
just as i opened up the bag and poured them, to my complete and utter HORROR, BUGS crawled out!!
“EEEYAAAAH!!” i yelped, dropping the box and jumping away from the dining table.
it was so DISGUSTING, i can’t even begin to describe! they were just- everywhereeeee and there were so MANY of them!
“DAAAAAAAD!” i hollered.
“what is it pumpkin?” he asked, walking into the room wearing a fuzzy robe and holding a coffee mug.
he looked at the table and his eyes widened.
“woah, woah!” he said, placing his mug down. he inspected the situation.
i shuddered deeply. how anyone would ever get THAT close to a bug is just… insane.
but it is my dads JOB after all to deal with menaces like these.
even though i wish it wasn’t.
“nikki, go get your mom and wake brianna. i’m gonna use my gear to get rid of these guys.”
“are they… are they the same kind of bug brianna saw last night?”
he tapped his chin.
“yes, they look very similar. we might have problems with them on our hands.”
ugh, i’d rather eat rust and wash it down with toilet water than deal with bugs. they’re just so nasty.
nasty nasty nasty nasty.
i did as my dad said and woke brianna, and brought her outside with mom and me.
dad was gonna spray his pesticide things, so he said we should just wait in our backyard.
unfortunately, it rained last night and the ground is all muddy and gross.
mom rubbed her arms.
“it’s a bit brisk today, i’d say.”
brianna rubbed her eyes and yawned.
“why are we out here again mommy?”
“well, your daddy’s inside dealing with a problem. but we’ll be able to go inside soon, i’m sure.”
i sighed, and and started drawing in the mud with a stick.
i have a feeling we’re gonna be here a while…
march 19th, again.
come to think of it, i’ve seen a lot of those same bugs around the house lately.
while dad was exterminating the cereal ones, he discovered more living behind our fridge. it was like a whole infestation, he said.
even more perfect. NOT!
he’s calling his exterminator buddies over to help him with the bugs, so it’s going to take a long time, possibly the entire day one of them explained.
so, since we can’t just stand around in the chill outside all day, my mom, brianna, and i are now hanging out at one of my grandma’s friends’ house.
it might sound a little weird, but her gal pals are essentially like great aunts to us so we’re cool.
they also live closer by than my grandma herself. she lives in the city, about a 40 minute or so drive from here.
we don’t live in the country, it’s just she’s on the very edge of the opposite side of the city. and our city’s pretty big.
my grandma’s friend, (we call her aunt eleanor) has a pretty sick house though.
it’s like three times as big as ours, and it has a freaking POOL. she inherited the house from her rich relatives or something.
anyway, she said to make ourselves at home until we could, well, return home.
so, i flopped right on her couch and started drawing :)