Label Me Proud (A CS pet Journal)

[coelagirl]

Authors note: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnd.... here comes the bandwagon! Run Chosen! Maybe you can catch up and jump on!
That's right. For my second story-ish thing on CS, I'm doing a CS pet journal. Myhaps it won't be bad. Well... this is the first time I've written something like this.
Now, without further ado, I present to you the journal of Proud.

Day 1
Saturday, March 2

Lets see... how do I start this? I'm not much good at beginnings, and I can hardly say "dear diary." That would be too sappy and not my style.
Well, First let me apologize for the ink in the atrocious colour of green. I seem to have misplaced my writing pencil and am using one of my sisters sparkly jell pens.
Second, dear reader, Your probably wondering who "I" am. Before I do that, If you already know who I am, let me give you a good tongue lashing for picking up my diary Journal.
PUT IT DOWN! ITS NOT YOUR BUSINESS!
*ahem* Sorry. Now I can tell you who I am.
Call me Proud. Everyone does. For posterity, this is a picture of me:



I'm a writer and a play write, or at least want to be. I've never actually published anything, but I'm still young. That's why my friends got me this journal, Although I'm more of a drama writer.
Here are my friends:


The lovely Rose


And Marsh

Yeh, those are my mates. And Marsh IS male, for those of you wondering about the hat. He never takes it off. You may have noticed, but we all have nicknames. Its a strange thing the kids at our school do, and no one knows anyone else's real names. To tell someone your true name would be akin to a marriage proposal in my school, and It's not as if I could not go along with it and call everyone "You there."
That said, I suppose I should tell you about my family as well.


This is my da. He's a single father, our mother divorced him long ago under sad circumstances and is now living out of country. He's a great business man, but not so great with children.


And my sister. She's only a kid and kinda annoying, but I can deal, and she'll grow up!

But I digress. Not much has happened in my life lately. If something does though, You'll hear about it.

Until another time, Journal.

[coelagirl]

Day 2
Sunday, March 3

Today can only be described as hectic. First, I got up and realized my sister had hidden all my pencils AGAIN. And I had just found them... But it gets worse.
Well, it started out as a good day. I had a lovely breakfast. But that was it.
After breakfast, Rose called me in her usual quiet voice and asked me if I wanted to come over and go get pizza with Marsh and herself. I couldn't refuse my mates of course, so I went. The official worst decision of the week (So far.)
My friends and I live in the same neighborhood, so it was no trouble to walk to Rose's house. The problem lay on the way.


Behold, The Threesome. They call themselves the Epic-some Threesome, which shows how much they know. They're bullies. Not popular, not handsome, bullies.
And they are fondly called Blue, Red, and Green. (like I said, REEEEEEAAALLLL imaginative)

But I digress. I was walking towards Rose's house, I could see it around the corner when The Threesome came out of nowhere. They have that sort of uncanny ability.
I remember then calling me "Hey, Proud!" I ignored them and just walked faster, which was my usual way of avoiding things. They didn't want to be avoided today.
"Did you hear me, Looser?"
"I heard you." I was jogging at this point, in a futile attempt to get away.
They caught up to me eventually, surrounding me, Red on my left, Green on my right, Blue at my heels, all uncomfortably close. I gulped and put on a brave face.
"What do you want?" I remember the looks on their faces as my voice shook.
"Oh, Nuffin." Green could be called the brawn, although they were all pretty brawny.
"We just wanted to say... Hi." said Blue, the (and I say this in its loosest meaning) brains of the operation.
"Hi," I said and sped up
"Where are you goin'?" Red was undoubtedly the leader
"Away." And we were at Roses house. I darted in thought the doors and came upon Rose and Marsh. There was a raucous laughing from outside.
Marsh opened his mouth to say something (Probably offer to beat up the Threesome, which is unlikely, because he's a stickily little thing) I shushed him by saying "Lets use the back door, eh?"

Right now, you're probably thinking; Can it get any worse? It can. Oh, it can.

So we managed to get the lovely world of Pizza without trouble, got a table and ordered. While we were waiting, Rose (An artist) doodled on her napkin and Marsh and I played Table Football with a balled up straw wrapper. I was starting to recover when I heard the voice.
"Hey."
I let the straw wrapper bounce off the table. "Snake. Star."


You can tell which is which, can't you? they are the famed 'popular girls,' loved by all, hated my my posse and I and hated in return. Really, Star is alright, Just caught up in Snake's meanness and bound by blood. They are cousins
I was surprised to see just the two of them without their clique today. Usually they have at least 5 other assorted teens following them around and soaking up their popularity.
"Would you like something?" snapped Marsh
"You three looked so... Lonely over here." Hissed Snake
"There are fewer of you," pointed out Marsh, to my agreement.
"We got here early."
There was a silent stare down between Marsh and Snake, Filled with malice.
Star finally broke the silence. "Come on Snake, Lets go get a table before the others get here."
"Fine," Snake broke eye contact "Later nerds." they strutted off.
"I don't like them." said Rose, and Marsh and I stared in astonishment. Rose is normally the nicest, sweetest person you,ve ever met times 30. This was like a deceleration of war.
We ate our meal in a thoughtful silence and bid good byes. by now, there was just enough time to get home before my dad missed me.

So here I am, writing the events of today down. I think it helped a little.

[coelagirl]

Any interest so far?

[Orangelake]

I like it!

[Squiddywind]

I luggles it.

[coelagirl]

Well, that's two. Not bad for the first day...

Day 3
Monday, March 4

Today was better then yesterday. But, um, not by much. Let me tell you why.
First, I was a school day. Don't get me wrong, dear reader, I like school. I just don't like the people and the drama there.
So I went to school that morning and met my friends on the way. There was a conversation that went a little like this:
Me: Hey guys.
Rose & Marsh: Hey.
Me:Did you do finish your plays?
Rose: Yep. It's not as good as y-
Marsh: AW, CRAP NO!
Me: I thought so. Mrs. Willow is going to kill you.
Marsh: Wah! Proud, Let me copy off you!
Me: It's a play, you dope! You can't copy off me! The idea is to write creatively yourself. By the way, what colour flowers do you want on your grave?
Marsh:
Me: Naw, I'll help. Help, OK? What do you need?
Marsh: All of it.
Well, kinda like that. sort of. Anyway, Reader, you're probably wondering what we're talking about. Well, In my regular English class (I take an extra course they call Seminar for people who actually like English) We are writing plays. Of course, this is a godsend for me as a playwrite. Just a couple days ago, Our teacher, Mrs Willow announced that she would pick the best play and we would put it on.
Like, Really put it on, with auditions, costumes, an audience, and everything. I know I'm one of the best in my class and I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY want to win. My only possible opposition is Words.

This is her. She's a bit of a snob and thinks she's the only writer in this school, though she is a good one. Fortunately, she writes fiction and not plays, so I have a chance.
In English, we turned in our plays (Well, most of us did. Marsh was still playless.) and Mrs.Willow told us she's anounce the winner in two days. Words sneered at me across the room.

The most important event of the day happened in the lunchroom, like most days.
My friends and I were eating, as per lunch rules. We sat at the end of one long table, a way aways from another group of students. It was pretty quiet (In relation to the general lunchroom noise) at our spot, although we were occasionally hit by flying food missiles. Some how today I managed to place myself right where I could see him.


This is, mush as I dislike to admit it to myself, my crush. People call him Fang. He isn't regarded as the most handsome or most popular guy in the school, but he's cleverer than most and knows how to write a mean poem. I swear I'm in love with him.
So...um... I try to avoid him.
Anyway, today we were eating lunch, Rose and I, as Marsh had been condemned to stay with Mrs. Willow and write his play, when I heard a Voice behind me.
"Whatya writein'?"
It was Fang. I remember saying something stupid here, like "I... Um... play."
"Cool." he sat down. At our table. Next to me.
This was so confusing. Fang had never glanced twice in our direction, less in mine. So, why sit with us now? I figured the most likely option was a dare. Fang had been dared to bother us, the unpopular ones. Unfortunately, without Marsh there, there was no one to say this.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Then Fang rose and said "It was nice talking to you ladies." then he left.
I slammed my head into the lunch table.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully.

[Brightpaw]

(MORE NOW!) I love it so far.

[coelagirl]

Day 4
Tuesday, March 5

Three days without a pencil in sight. Running low on stupid marker colours. Beginning to dislike my sister.
*ahem.*
I think you have laid a curse on me, Journal. I swear my life was normal as could be before you. Now look what's happened!
No, you don't know. You're just pieces of paper bound together with string and glue. So I had better tell you.
It began as a normal school day. I went to school. I avoided the Threesome. I was insulted by Snake and Star. I cleverly hid from Fang.
The worst thing that happened in school was in English. Words was, as usual, spouting the beautiful words that gave her her name. But today , they were a poem. And they were about me.
Not the nice 'Proud is awesome' poem, but the 'Proud is stupid and useless.' kind of poem. I don't remember any of the lines, nor do I want to. After Words was finished, everyone laughed and Fang complimented her on her rhyme scheme. I nearly cried. Why are these things happening to me? Nothing like this happened before.
I was more despondent than usual at lunch and hardly ate. Marsh pried to figure out what was wrong and Rose said some kind words. It didn't help. After school, they offered to take me to get Ice cream.
I love Ice cream more than life, I can not lie.
So I agreed. What could I do? Its not like A single father such as mine buys ice cream a lot.
After school, I packed my bags, borrowed Rose's phone to call may father (No, I have to cell phone. That's not a crime.) and set off to the Ice cream shop.
Chip's is my second favorite place to be in the whole world. It's owner, Mrs. Chip, is amazing. She's helped me through all kinds of troubles.

This is her. She's pretty old now, but we're still the best of friends.
Anyway, my friends and I arrived at Chips and we ordered. Caramel silk for Rose, Rocky Road for Marsh, and a Proud for me. (A blend of Nuts, vanilla ice cream, Crushed graham crackers, and Chocolate sauce. I told you I went to Chip's often.)
After a little, I started to feel better. That feeling quickly vanished with the appearance of Snake, Star and their clique.
Apparently, they had seen us as they were walking by and decided to come in to torture us.
"Hey there, hows your ice cream?" hissed Snake.
"Just. Fine." I said stiffly
"What is it?" asked Star
"A Proud." I answered automatically, then cursed myself.
"Oh, a Proud?" Snake sneered "They named one after you?"
Well, I had dug myself deep enough at that point. No point in trying to get out. "Yep."
"Look at her girls," sniggered Snake "She eats so much Ice cream she had one named for her! It's terrible Ice cream anyway."
I could take an insult to me. I got those plenty. The one thing I couldn't take was in insult to Mrs. Chip. I stood and pushed back my chair, brandishing a spoon in Snakes face. "Don't say that about Mrs. Chip's Ice cream."
Snake began to laugh. I scooped up the remains of my Proud and dumped them on her.
I realize, now that I'm locked in my room and grounded, that that was a pretty stupid thing to do.
I have no regrets.
Snake screeched something along the lines of 'this is war!' and ran out the door followed my her posse. I was sure Star gave me an apologetic smile.
I sat back down.
"Ya didn't need to do that." said Mrs. Chip from behind the counter.
"I know." I answered
"You're in trouble' Whispered Rose.
I know." I said again.
After Mrs. Chip had finished mopping up the spilled ice cream, My gang and I went our separate ways.
It was no surprise my father knew of my doings when I got home. I got yelled at and am grounded for a week.
I can only hope tomorrow will be better, as it can go only two ways. My play can win and be put on, or my play can loose and myself be subjected to an eternity of ridicule.

[Brightpaw]

MORE NOW! OR I WILL DIE!

[coelagirl]

Ha, maybe later.