
Dear Hawk,
Should I put this photo at the top now?
In fact, why am I wasting paper and sticking my photo at the top of every entry?
I don't even care about this... diary now. Yeah, I totally don't care about it. In fact, why am I still writing in this?! It's way too girly. Okay, I'll never write in this... GIRLY DIARY AGAIN.
Ugh. Never mind. I can't help it. It's a Hawk. Not a... girly diary.
So... where was I again? Of course. Charley's room. He's a... weirdo stalker that has pictures of ME stuck up on the walls. And there's a picture of Snowy with a lot of holes through it, but that's not the point.
Either he forgot to take them down or he's trying to impress me. Excuse me, no, I have a... boyfriend?
That hasn't actually occurred to me. Is Xander my boyfriend? Or is he just acting especially romantic and nice and perfect and sweet and - uh, I don't like him. I mean, I do, but, uh, not like... Do I?
Will I forever be a guy? No. That's... creepy. No, no, no.
Is that the smell of deodorant? I don't remember Charley wearing deodorant.
Did he... like me before, too? Erm... I think I'm getting out of here.
Me and Clara - or Clark, for now - we were just walking towards the cafeteria for snack when suddenly Hail (Mr Oh So Smart Guy) bumped into
Clara Clark.

Hail opened his mouth, probably to make some rude insult or something - I could do better, by the way - when I heard a familiar, annoying voice.

Snowy: *grabs
Clara Clark's arm* You sit with us, Clara - or as Charley says, Clark now, is it?
Clara: Um... Okay? *gives me a glance, shrugs and leaves*
Snowy: And you, Skyler. *flicks paw at me dismissively* You go sit with your own kind.
Me: Ex-cuse me, little miss -
Snowy: *walks off*
I think I saw Clark's (I GOT IT RIGHT THIS TIME) ears twitch slightly, but
she he didn't turn around. Snowy sashayed (I didn't know she knew how to sashay) over to him and told her something. I didn't catch it, but it's their business, not mine.
I shrugged and sat down at my table. Fang was ranting about Solo Han (or was it Han Solo?) and the new Star Wars movie, Monica was happily chatting away to Splash and Summer, Xavier and Joakim were in deep conversation, and it was basically a normally day. Our table's rather stuffed compared to the Populars' table - there are a lot of
Outcats Outcasts. There are way too many people for me to count. This is breakfast after all, not Maths class. Who needs maths in the real world anyways?
Afterwards, lessons were actually kind of normal. Mr Draco kept out mis-pronouncing my name, though - he claims that in another language female names end with a something and male names end with another something - like what? Flame kept kicking my chair and I saw Xander in the hallway - he smiled and waved as if nothing had happened, and of course I just stood there with an open mouth like an idiot until Hail shoved me and walked past.
Perfectly normal.
Before lunch, I went back to the wall and felt around to see if I could trigger the portal. I don't like being a guy, okay? I couldn't find anything, though...
At lunch,
Clara Clark was sitting with Snowy and her new group of Popular girls again - Violencia, Tessa and Jasmine, I think? Sitting beside Snowy was also some guy I didn't recognize - probably her new, annoying boyfriend, I guess.
I shuddered slightly as I saw Violencia lean over, with her head on her paw and an elbow (elbow?) on the table. She smiled flirtatiously (I think that's the word?) at Clark. I think - maybe - I saw other random girls giggle like maniacs around Clark and push each other and point. It's so annoying.
Clark just pointed out to me that we come from an alternate dimension. We do? They even act as if we used to be girls. I'm honestly confused.
Clark suddenly got up and walked over to me, keeping some distance and glancing over at Snowy once in a while.
Clark: Hi, Skyler.
Me: Hi...
Clark: So... do you have any ideas on how to get back?
Me: Not yet... I checked before lunch started, and the portal's closed. I think we'll be here for a while.
Clark: Really? But - But - But I don't want to stay here! I want to be a girl!
I want to be a girl, too. But of course, my life just has to be so difficult. Of course, I'm used to dealing with things like these. I think.
Me: Yeah, me too, but I guess we'll need to live with it.
Clark: FINE.

Well, I’m going back to Snowy’s table. She doesn’t want me touching you or anything like that... Bye!
What sort of stupid new rule is that? Whatever.
Me: Bye, I guess...
Clark walked off and sat down back at where he was sitting. I thought I saw him take out a... book? Nah, never mind. I think I'll just go and hide out in the toilets instead of seeing another girl attempt to flirt with Clark.
Oh, great. I nearly went into the girls' bathrooms again. This is so... frustrating.
Whatever. I'm holed up in a... wait. Where are the stalls? Are you kidding me?!
No, wait, I think I found one. It's labelled "Janitor's Closet". Okay, that must mean somewhere private to sit and finish writing this entry.
It smells. Ugh. Anyways - who's banging on the door?!
Me: GET OUT OF HERE I'M USING THE TOILET.
???: *cough* Excuse me, but the janitor's closet is not for students like you. I need to get a bucket and mop.
Me: You're a student, too, "students like you". And why would you need a bucket and mop, anyways? To clean your dorm?
???: *sigh* I'm not a student, I'm the janitor. And I need to do my job.
Me: What "janitor"? Is that your new name? I don't remember -
The door just... unlocked itself. I yelped and jumped to my paws.
Oh. That's the janitor. The... cleaner. Whoops. Currently, he was holding a key in his paws and he looked very annoyed. Whoops.
I ran away. That's the most sensible option, right? So currently I'm holed up in my... Charley's dorm and writing.
What is there to write about again?
Oh, wait, a knock at the door. Something to write about. Yay?
Me: *opens the door* Hi?

Leonard: Oh, it's you. Uh, do you come from an alternate universe?
Me: What?
Leonard: Alternate universe. As in... different place. I don't remember seeing you before. And...
Me: I come from this school.
Leonard: I... um, never mind. I actually came here to return Charley's book. He let me borrow it a while ago... Is he here?
Me: Uh, no. But I can put it on his bed if you want.
Leonard: Thanks, Skyler. By the way... have you seen Maggie?
Me: Maggie? Uh... no, not now. Maybe she's... in her dorm?
Leonard: Oh... uh, thanks. I'll... ask around. Bye. *closes door*
Well... that was... random? Okay, whatever. I'll just throw this book - oops. I nearly ripped out a page.
And it has drawings on it. Leonard, how are you meant to read a drawing?
It's actually a pretty good drawing... it looks familiar. Maybe because it's in that
mango manga/anime style... No, it's not just that. Let me... read...?
I turned to the other page. It looked suspiciously familiar. It had wings, a wavy tail... Orian? Looks like him, but doesn't have the glasses. It does have the ghost hoodie, though... Whatever. I'll leave it on his bed. I shouldn't be looking through his stuff anyways.
Well, I'll write in you later. Maybe after school? See you later, Hawk.