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Normally, I don’t care about the stuff that comes my way.
Actually, scratch that. I do.
I’m blonde, but I’m not an idiot.
What does that have to do with anything?
Whatever.
From the top.
I’m Jordyn Matita “Pencil” Lowell. I don’t like to feed into my negative side, but I’m practically the queen bee at Yoyle High.
My friends and I basically run the school, if we don’t like you, there goes your social status! Really, it’s not our fault. If we didn’t like you, you probably sucked anyway.
People have tried to make me feel guilty for my actions. Like when I bullied Pin back in middle school. I honestly don’t get why I need to feel bad for the people I “hurt”. They seem fine anyways, they don’t need help. I still see Pin in the hallways, grinning like a fool. With how naive she is, of course she got hurt easily. I can’t do anything if she can’t take a joke. It’s never that serious.
She was mean too. I had every right to be rude to her.
I mean — guess it does count as “bullying”, per my parents. She was rude, but she never really hurt me personally. Maybe I shouldn’t have spread the rumor that she was secretly going to a mental ward because she hurt her mom. I don’t even know how mental wards work, how did people believe that? Eh, it was middle school. People never figured out I started it anyways. Pin deserved it though. Book was being harassed by her daily. What goes around comes around, right?
Except for me though, because I’m the one who deals with karma.
It’s like, the universe made me just for that.
Example, Flower was also two-faced, and when I exposed her online, I did everyone a favor. It’s not like she had any friends anyways, she was lonelier than that Bozo Brain.
Hold up — if this journal is going to represent me I might as well give a bit of context.
Flower is Hana Jones. Pin is… something Sharp? I forgot her last name, she’s dead to me anyways.
I have no idea why we have these weird nicknames. Like, if I go around telling people my nickname is Pencil, nobody would take me seriously.
Even so, these nicknames are just the norm here. There’s no need to know their actual names.
My middle name means Pencil. That’s where mine came from. I don’t know why my parents thought that was a good middle name.
I like to think I’m called Pencil because I write the narrative. What I say goes, what I do isn’t questioned, and if you’re in my way? You’re getting erased. Just like a mistake.
Simple as that.
Bozo Brain is my enemy. If you like any of the balls, you’re weird.
I can’t remember why we hate each other, but I know I’ll never stop. She’s a freak who's a teacher's pet and a know-it-all. Tennis Ball is less insufferable, but he still sucks because he’s best friends with that bossy bot. I don’t think he even has a personality, he’s like GB’s dog. Can I say that? Whatever, not like anyone’s reading this stupid diary. She could drop trash on the floor and tell him to eat it, the worst part is he probably would. If he didn’t, she’d probably force him to.
She’s just so bossy. Antisocial freak, that’s what she is.
Unlike her, I have plenty of friends. The whole school practically knows my name. Then again, I don’t even know half this school.
Not my fault, I have better things to do than notice every single person here. I only know those in my classes, and that’s it.
Sometimes I’ll recognize a name from all the notes left for me in my locker, but other than that I don’t care for those who don’t matter to me.
Speaking of those who matter to me, I think I should write about my friends. There’s Match, Ruby, Bubble, Icy, and Book.
See, I like Book. She’s a nerd, sure. Unlike that bozo though, she’s fun.
Match is my best friend. She’s been my best friend since forever. We were practically inseparable since we first met.
Together, we’re like, the best girls in the school. Pretty, smart, fit, funny, we’re everyone’s dream.
Ruby is like a little sister to me. I usually give her the candy, boys give to me. That’s all it takes to make her happy. She’s definitely the fun of the group though. Sometimes a little annoying, but whatever. She’s still fine with me.
Bubble is like, the nicest person I’ve ever met. She’s very… bubbly. I guess that’s why she’s called Bubble. She’s a pushover sometimes, which is fine with me. I think she could use more confidence though, because I can’t stand up for her all the time. It gets annoying.
Ice Cube is alright, very insistent on being our friend. She’s always out for revenge, and I understand her. But girl, calm down. You’re not going to get revenge for every little thing that comes your way. She doesn’t talk much though, when she does it’s usually the same repetitive thing.
Okay, I don’t think I was that rude about them. I care about my friends and I’m pretty sure they care about me.
They’re so much fun to hang around with, I don't think I’d trade them for anything. As long as I have them, I think I’ll be okay.
Oh my tree, I’m so nervous for school tomorrow. Junior year is going to start, and I wonder who’s in my classes this year. Last year, I had Match in all of my classes. This year, it better be the same.
Ugh, I just reminded myself of math class. I don’t like math, the only nice thing about it was the teacher. She was so kind, it's such a shame she’s going to retire. I hope the next one isn’t that bad, because I’m going to have them for the rest of the year.
It’s getting late, so I'll wrap up this journal writing.
My name is Jordyn Matita “Pencil” Lowell, and I am the coolest person you’ll ever meet. Don’t ever forget it.