Pidge Parson's Slightly Dramatic Existence

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Dear Diary,
Well. I have one less friend now. And we were getting along so well, what with Wendy and my crush and I had to go screw it all up. Honestly, I don't regret it. I am supremely annoyed with that boy. I don't want to be mean, but I am so angry. Only now he knows. You see, a few days ago he took our english project home to work on it- I did the first half, and he's doing the second half. He assured me he would get it done, but today he showed up WITHOUT IT (again) and had some stupid excuse about 'having a lot of other homework.' Excuse me? I have every class with him, and he NEVER does his homework. And this project is already late, and the teacher already gave us an extension and that IDIOT doesn't do it. I was even madder earlier today so when he asked me what was wrong at lunch I sort of...exploded. To put it lightly.
"What's wrong? Eric, our English project is currently sitting at your house half done and it was due LAST WEEK."
"But I had a lot of...."
"You had a lot of what? Other homework? Then tell me, tell me why you didn't turn in one single piece of that other homework today."
"I forgot it all..."
I plowed on, ignoring him. "You know what, Eric, if you get your crap together and actually do schoolwork for once you might pass high school! You might even get into college! But if you keep acting like this and expecting to get into a college based off of your acting abilities and your amazing singing voice, then you'll be seriously disappointed in the real world. I know I'm not really one to lecture you about this but you CAN'T NEVER DO ANY WORK AND EXPECT TO GET ANYWHERE. You never care. You don't care enough to...to realize that...." Abort! Abort! I can't tell him about my crush. "That you have to actually do something in school now and then! That maybe, just maybe, people care about you, maybe in a more than friendly way and they don't want you to fail or drop out or...or...." I stopped at the stunned expression on his face. Crap. Maybe I was a bit too harsh. The other people at our table wore identical expressions.
"Umm...um....Igottago seeyoulater." I said and left the table abruptly, not even stopping to grab my book. Sigh. I guess I'll have to survive tonight without a book. I don't think I can go to school tomorrow. In fact, I refuse to go. They can't make me. I don't want to face Eric after the awful things I said to him.
Oh no. I have rehearsal tonight. I really hope he doesn't have it too because this will be very awkward. I can't skip rehearsal either, because Marilyn will kill me, but...but...
Even if he doesn't go, he's sure to tell someone about my freakout at lunch. Or Xavier will, or Marci. I'm in a tight spot, diary.
See ya,
Pidge

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Oh, Pidge.
What have you done?

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Bump!

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Sorry it took so long to get e new entry up, I was sort of stuck. But I got it all figured out, sort of

Dear Diary,
That was the most awkward thing ever. At least we didn't have dancing rehearsal tonight because I don't think we would even be able to look at each other. Of course, right after lunch I ran and found Louisa and told her everything, including the crush-on-Eric part. She was a bit surprised, but then realized it made sense because I did always find excuses to talk about him to her. Anyways, she promised to stick by me for 'moral support' or something like that. After the last class of the day (drama class in case you care), I found Louisa by the Chemistry room and walked down the music wing with her. Even though blocking is in the theater, we all hang out in the music wing until Marilyn shows up. I stopped right before the doors. Louisa said "Pidge, you have to go in. Waiting won't make it any better!"
"I could just go home." I said in reply. "My bus is still here."
People started to gather around me because we were blocking the door, so I went in. SHOOT! Eric was sitting right there at the table, maybe ten feet from the door. I avoided his eyes and sat down against the wall across the room. Louisa slid down next to me. Unfortunately, this fragile peace did not last long. As soon as we sat down, Eric got up and approached us. I stood up. I dislike being lower than people, especially ones that appear to be mad at me. He thrust his arm out harshly, holding my book.
"You left this." I took it.
"Thanks." I said timidly.
There was a silence. We were both looking at the wall behind the other person, avoiding each other despite the things that needed to be said.
"Pidge." he said, breaking the silence (goodness, I must stop with these cliches!).
"Eric, I'm so sorry for that thing at lunch. I..I don't know what came over me and..." Of course I know what came over me and of course everything was pretty much a lie but I had to smooth it over because I couldn't stand it if he was mad at me.
"Stop lying, Pidge. I know you and you aren't sorry. I think you were right though, but I don't know why you had to tell me what I pretty much already knew."
"I told you! I don't want to see you fail because it really sucks to see one of your friends struggling through school."
"Then what do you think I see when I see you?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Eric, you know very well that I have...decent grades in my classes."
"Yeah, but you say I don't care but obviously you're the one who doesn't care. Did you even think about how I'd feel before you started yelling at me? What kind of friend tells someone they're going to fail life?" Ouch. If only he knew how much I did care.
"I did not say that! I said that if you tried hard you could make it!"
"So basically you said that my way sucks and I should do it your way." I took a deep breath.
"NO."
"Well I'm sorry Pidge but how can I be friends with someone who rags on me all the time? Honestly, it's none of your business."
"It is my business, Eric! I do care about you, whatever you may think. If you don't see it then you're an idiot! You spend so much time feeling sorry for yourself that you don't realize how your idiotic actions affect other people." I really hope he's not getting the wrong message here. I don't want to accidently spill out a confession in the middle of a fight. Besides, that stupid idiot obviously doesn't get it and I'm not going to push the matter.
"You've got a funny way of showing it." His eyebrows lowered into an angry glower and he turned and went over to Wendy.
I slid down next to Louisa and buried my face in my knees, trying not to let tears form. "I just made it worse, didn't I?" I said, my face still covered.
"You both did." She placed a hand on my back. "It's not all your fault, he was being an arrogant jerk too."
"Too?" I smiled, lifting my head slightly.
"Err...I didn't really mean than, sorry."
"No, it's okay." The door banged open and Marilyn stepped in. It was time for rehearsal to start.
I didn't really run into him for the rest of rehearsal, and he didn't appear to tell anyone because no one treated me strange or anything. Although, it was kind of impossible to have not heard our 'conversation' earlier. Luckily, no one mentioned that either.
I honestly have no idea what to do now, diary. Do I attempt to make up with him? Or do I drop him like a hot potato?
-Pidge Parson

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Bump :3

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Pidge. Drop him like a hot potato (nice simile XD)...for the time being

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:3 Thanks!
So sorry I haven't updated, school just started and (ironically enough) I have rehearsals after school almost every day. Hopefully I will get an entry up soon!

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Dear Diary,
I, like the coward I am, have decided to avoid him. I think he has come to the same conclusion because I haven't talked to him for a week. Of course I've seen him (it's kind of hard not to when I have two classes and rehearsal with him), but I try not to go near him. Like the loyal friend she is, Louisa hasn't been talking to him either. He has Wendy, anyways. Though in my opinion, she has been getting steadily more annoying.
Of course, we have a dancing rehearsal today and of course it's the jitterbug, and you know who I have to dance that with? Eric. It's like Marilyn is bent on destruction. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have but into Eric's schoolwork, but I couldn't resist. Oh wait, Eric just handed me a letter? I'll stick it in here. Marilyn won't be here for a while, anyways.
Dear Pidge,
I know you're mad at me and I know you probably don't want to hear from me right now. But please, don't throw this away before reading it. Don't worry, Eric, I won't. As you can see, I'm reading it right now. I want to apologize. I was being self-centered last week and I shouldn't have been angry at you for caring. I guess I got a little more defensive than was necessary and I didn't realize you cared so much. I lost my temper, which doesn't happen very often, but I was under a lot of pressure. Not that that's any excuse, but I don't want you to think it's a common occurrence. Because I really want to stay friends. I didn't realize how much I relied on you before now. It's been awful without you this week, Pidge. You're always nice and funny and I miss you. Will you forgive me, Pidge?
-Eric
Darn, why does he have to do that? I mean, I do forgive him but...wait, I'll go tell him. I got up, walked over to where he was standing (right next to Wendy, of course) and hugged him. He looked surprised, but hugged me back anyways. When we pulled away, I said "Thank you Eric. Really."
He smiled nervously. "I'm sorry I didn't just tell you, you kind of looked like you wanted to strangle me. All week."
I laughed. "I don't anymore."
So, you know, two weeks later and I have a friend again. Yay!
Of course, there's still the fact he has a girlfriend and the fact that Lily still hates me, plus I'm pretty close to failing math but those are problems for another day (horrible logic, really).
-Pidge Parson

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Pidge, what in the world are you going to do next? Spill your secret? Can't wait to see

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Dear Diary,
Well, apparently failing math was a bigger problem than I thought because my parents just told me that if I don't start doing better in math than they'll pull me out of the musical. I argued that they couldn't do that because I'm Glinda and that's kind of a major role but they just said 'We're your parents and you'd better be passing on the next grade report.' Typical. I don't even get to practice my debating skills with them. So, I guess I'd better start studying math during pauses in rehearsal rather than talking to people. That will suck. Today after school I tried it. We had dancing rehearsal, but I didn't have to go onstage until the end with the Jitterbug, so I was sitting in the house (audience) with Eric, attempting to get something done. Only, Eric really likes talking to people and distracting them so I didn't really get much done. Every time I would lean over my paper and start to write something down, he would poke me and say something like "Oh, that step looks hard. Good thing we're not in this dance!"
Diary, I swear I tried to ignore him but I couldn't. I got maybe 2 problems done, and that's only because I copied them off of Louisa during lunch. This is actually kind of a problem. AND we have to be off-book (not having the music sheet) for music by tomorrow. So I'm faced with a dilemma: practice songs, or math. Songs....math....songs....math....no, songs! So I sang Glinda's song until eleven at night. At least I've got that one down. Oh well, I can get my math done on the bus...right?
-Pidge Parson

Finally got a new entry up guys! Thanks for being so patient :3
Sorry it's so short. Actually, do you guys prefer them to be long or do you like them shorter? Because sometimes I make them wayy too long and sometimes they're rather short and sweet. Which do you like?