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[Thing One]

... to share with you the diary of lucy may pierre. she was born in London but moved to paris with her parents to start school. when her parents split, lucy and her mum travelled back to London for lucy to continue and finish high school. supposedly. I guess this diary is more of a comedy than anything else, but I think lucy sees it as a romance ... unfortunately for you.

Yup. My little intro thing. Um, yeah anyhow.
I was hoping I'd be able to get a few followers on this so please; I'm open for stalkers! (: Eek. But whatever, I guess ... ouo Also, you may want to know Lucy can be a bit of a rambler ... Hehe, I'm TOTALLY not ANYYYYTHING like her.

o_o

p.s I'd love any comments, feed-back ... even, for once, any encouragement? loll, whatever. What I'm saying is feel free to post and I am looking for criticism (in a nice way) to help out.
p.p.s (haha, loll, pps ... peter pan syndrome ... ) Since this is a diary, I can't guarantee every post will be a long entry ... Not every one will be interesting, either, because I plan on going through a whole year, or maybe half a year if I can't be stuffed. /: But I'll try my best.
p.p.p.s Don't steal anything. XP
p.p.p.p.s This diary is not COMPLETELY based on anything about me in real life ... (the setting etc.) but I can ... relate to Lucy, a bit. (:
p.p.p.p.p.s Here is what Lucy looks like. For everyone else (including Arthur), the first time I mention their name I will provide a link to what they look like as well. (:

List of Main Characters sooo far:

I will add the names of upcoming characters, but only picture links when they appear in the diary. (:
- Lucy
- Arthur
- Kayleb
- Dayna
- Rosa
- Claudia
- Pretty much everyone else is coming up in the next entry soooo ... I won't list them all; just Claudia. (: Loll.

[Thing One]

17 May, 2013

Dear Diary,

8:17 pm
Today was horrible.
I talked to dad for ages, just about anything conversation-worthy ... It'll be the last time I see him until the holidays and even then, mum doesn't want me returning to Paris a lot ... It sucks, you know, having your parents split, because even if they don't love each other, I still love them. BOTH of them. What about me? Has their “darling Lucy” been ignored...? Or ... Is it my fault? Maybe.
Well, at least I still have Arthur, my BE-A-UTIFUL pedigree tom-cat ... I mean; it's good to have at least some reliable company every now and then, hm? At least Arthur won't be forcing me half way across the country from my dad without realising how much it means to me ... Well, right now he's rubbing against my leg expectantly and his mewing is frustrating me ... Maybe I should feed him?
10:04 pm
Sorry, I got caught up in a movie mum was watching ... R18, but I was able to slip behind the table for a while ... Until she got up for a drink and yelled at me. Hm, talk about OTT, sheesh ... I mean, I'm 15, it's not like I'm not as mature as an 18-year-old ... Kind of.
Moving on, I texted dad a minute ago to ask about Arthur's grooming needs. He hasn't replied yet, sooo ... Hm, yeah. Argh, mum wants me in bed "NOW", so I guess I'll have to talk to him about it tomorrow. Eck, Arthur caught a piece of dust and gave it to me as a gift. Con-GRAT-ulations, Arthur, I salute you. Oh no, here comes mum, yelling at me again. I repeat, that's a little OTT, don't you agree? Oooh, that rhymes! I think I'd make a great poet ... I'll become a poet one day, you'll see.

[Thing One]

When someone else posts I will post next thing ... If I have it made up by then. O.o

[DoctorWhoCrazy]

GREAT so far!
*bookmarks and stalks*

[Thing Two]

^agreed^ this is awsome! *bookmarks*

[d u c k y]

Cool Bananas!
*stalks* hehe ...

[Thing One]

Loll here's da next post:

11:57 pm
I think this is still today, correct? Ah well. I just wanted to record this abnormally strange dream I had ... I do apologise about my writing, I've barely woken up.
I'm in a large hall type thing, and there are lots of people ... Kind of like a church, or perhaps a school assembly, except I know that my family is here, and other adults - people who don't go to school any more. That's probably why it felt more like a church. At first, everyone is silent, but I can't stop talking; the people around me are trying to stop me, like it's important, but I can't help myself - trust me, with all my heart and right mind - I wanted to stop.
Suddenly, Arthur appears ten times fatter and twenty times taller ... He pulls me away, out of the crowd. It's then that I realise we're all wearing grey nighties, made of tufts of Arthur's malting fur ... ew. He tries to say something to me, but my instinct is to squirm around and ignore him; I scream my head off and try to wake myself up - he drops me and suddenly the ground looks so far away...
I woke up on my bedroom floor, Arthur licking my face and yowling loud enough to bring mum in ... But apparently she came because I was screaming...? Wow, I guess that carried through my dream. Ooh! Lookie! It's 12:00! Uhm ... Hold on.
Lucy xx

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18 May, 2013

Dear Diary,

12:01 am
Theeere we go. (:
Anyway, I think I'll go back to sleep - I am very tired after all, especially following that plane ride out of Paris ... Mum says I start school not tomorrow ... I mean today, now ... but ... I guess tomorrow. I start school tomorrow. Ugh, I'm definitely very tired. 19 May = First day of school. 18 May = Uniform-hunting day; which is, by the way, BOR-ring.
8:23 am
I am sincerely sorry about that splash of cereal on you; I promise it was an accident!!
Anyway, mum's found a good uniform shop close by ... I guess that's where I'll be headed today, followed by the shopping mall - mum wants to do some grocery shopping. Great. Brilliant. SOOO exciting.
Oh, and dad replied, FINALLY. Took him long enough ... Anyway, apparently I must take Arthur to a fancy groomer once every four weeks ... Huh. He said mum knows what to do; but she's allergic to cats! I was barely allowed to bring him with us, because of that ... I don't know, maybe something's up with him.
Oh, I guess I should go - I have finished my breakfast and mum wants to get going quickly.
2:52 pm
Well, I must admit; that wasn't too bad. There was no one to stare at me trying on a uniform, like there usually is at the start of the year - honestly, that's just awkward. Even the shop attendant was very sweet to me - she talked me through the process of adjusting the skirt so I could do it at home without mum's help ... Yeah, I suck at that kind of thing. Fortunately, my uniform looks fine on me ... maybe even well on me, but I don't want to sound stuck-up ... unlike the last one. [Muck green and black ... Eww.] This one is white, with a patterned, ocean-coloured skirt, but, truthfully, it looks more like a kilt thing than an average skirt. Eh, could be worse I guess.
Anyway ... At the shopping mall I met this group of guys outside the grocery-store. A few of them were smoking, but the one I talked to - his name was Kayleb - was free of cigarettes. He was even quite nice to me; we talked for a bit while mum finished up the shopping without me. Apparently he attends the same school I'm going to and he's in the same year as me! Exciting ... (:
Unfortunately, mum didn't like him because she guessed they were wagging ... When I asked him, he made up a pathetic (but cute!!) excuse and they left. What a shame ... He was soo nice.
Mmm ... I think I'll go have a snack now - I don't really have much more to say anyway.
11:48 pm
Again?! What's up with me and waking up in between days?! Ugh.
Okay, don't worry - no creepy dreams. I just can't get to sleep; I can't stop thinking about school tomorrow ... Yup, it's still today so I still start tomorrow. TOMORROW?! Uhhh ... Meh.
I don't want to go to school. I can't. I won't. I'm going to act sick and try and get another day off before school. Or ... Maybe I can run away! Yeah ... No. I'm very tired, only crazy people say that kind of thing.
11:51 pm
Still. It's an available option, right? Just not necessarily realistic.

Lucy xx

[Thing Two]

Mall! Girls are supposed to like that sort of thing! Well . . . I do, kinda. Oh well. Anyway, loved the entry, it was pretty cool, can't air for the next one. suggestion: maybe you could add a pic of peopels, you haven't said what Lucy looks like yet, and kayleb and I would love to see a pic of Arthur.

you should have named him Steven! Not kayleb. Lolol

[Thing One]

Haha true ... reminds me of a few things I need change ... Hold on.

[Thing One]

I've finished this little bit, so I will post it now ... It's not the whole day, just fyi. (:

19 May, 2013

Dear Diary,

7:12 am
I literally just woke up ... I’m packing up some supplies now; I think I’ll head across the country back to Paris and live with dad and go to a normal school – MY school. I mustn’t have been too tired to be doing it now. I’m wondering whether I should take Arthur with me ... Hm, what do you think? I guess mum wouldn’t keep him, so I should have mercy on him and bring him with me. Cute; I just tucked a little black beanie on his head.
Anyway, I was able to get a map from mum’s cabinet of ‘stuff’ and I’ve outlined a route on it. So far so good. Don’t worry, I’ll bring you with me. (:
I can hear mum coming to wake me up. Mwa ha ha ha! You will never catch me, mother! Got to go. The next time you hear from me, I'll be at the mercy of the streets ...
8:34 am
I’m in the car, heading to school – mum caught me at the front door when she was going to grab the newspaper. She didn’t even show sympathy when I burst into tears and didn’t stop – she actually laughed and led me back into the dining room and removed my escape bag. She made me go to school and said to “help” she’ll drop me off. Great – that helps a lot mum.
Well, escape one failed, but ... Ugh, forget it. I’ll never get away. Mum’s too good … Oh, here’s the school; I guess I have to go. Uh oh ... I’m late – everyone’s in class already. Brilliant – that’s just brilliant. Talk about GREAT first impressions. I will keep you in my bag all day and I’ll try to keep you informed on most things during the day, if I can. But, you are a diary so I’ll have to keep you hidden for the most part. (: