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OH HI AND HELLO NOTEBOOK
Youuu were given to me by my mum. As a birthday present.
You look pretty nice, so it's gonna be a waste if I just let you sit in one of my drawers and get forgotten.
Also, there's still a stick-on label stuck to your back. Wow, SEVEN dollars. One of the reasons that I shouldn't leave you to collect dust
and become home to a bunch of spiders and silverfish for the next couple years. Which exactly why my mom already has some way to make me use you.
As a diary.
EW, SO GIRLY, THAT'S RIDICULOUS, WHY DID MY MUM ASK ME TO USE YOU AS A DIARY.
said most people in my school ever, but they end up writing in it anyway.
Well, I'm not exactly opposed to this idea... Still a good place to rant about things.
Actually, everywhere is a good place to (silently) rant about things very angrily.
Except in a therapist's office or the awfully bright school counsellor's office.
Also I don't really have a reason to go there.
So, let's skip to the point. I was going to give you a pet name, so nobody will ever suspect that you are a diary.
Well, everybody does have a pet name for their diary and everybody should know that even if they insist it is definitely not a diary it is still classified as one anyways, even if it hid behind that name.
Since you look like a camera, I'm going to call you...
Camera.
I'm so creative! It's reasonable, though.
Now, I'll introduce you to my family and sworn brothers and sisters friends._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
That's me.
Yes, I know, I look fabulous.
I'm Elizabeth Blair-Iris Fellinday. Long name because my father insists on it,
saying it's 'a family tradition'. So my friends just call me Ellie. Anyways, I'm
15 and I attend Ravenwood Middle School. I'm currently on my last year,
and then I'm departing to Drama Central, A.K.A high school. I really like
going on Youtube, doodling on my notes (sometimes test papers, I always
rub them off before the test ends though) and the couple nights when my
friend group goes bowling. Also, don't laugh, but I kind of have an
attachment to my pink bunny plushie. Hellooo, I've had it since I came back
from the hospital.
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This is Belladonna Renee-Dahila Fellinday. Same reason for
long name as me, so we call her Renee. She doesn't look like it, but she's
my twin sister. Kind of annoying, but still cool. I'd say she'd be around my
rank in terms of popularity. A lot less awkward than me, so maybe a little
higher. She also has a bad allergy to pollen, and has a complete bias
towards tea. She has a couple of friends, one close, but I don't wanna go
into that. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. And she's the only
person in the school and house that can call me Lisa without getting slapped.
Hard.
Thank you very much but I'll stick to Ellie.
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This is Michaelangelo Lucian-Aster Fellinday. We call him
Lucian and he makes me grateful that my father didn't give me an
equally as long name as him. He's my brother, 2 years younger, so he's
13. Though, he's not really my brother. Actually, my cousin. We took him
in after his parents, dad's bro and his significant other, passed on in some
car accident. Thankfully, he's going to an all-guys school, so it's all good.
He's pretty shy and good-hearted, unlike most 'brothers'. That's just
because he's turned into a complete wimp after the accident, since he
was in the car. Because of said accident above, he's deathly afraid of cars
and prefers bicycles, scooters, buses... Anything but cars. Well, if you
DESCRIBED it as a car. Just give it a fancy name and never say "car".
You'll be good to go.
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Anddd here is Mum and Dad.
Mum is pretty distant from our family, working as a supreme boss in some
top-notch bank. (I forgot what she was, okay? Deal with me.) We don't
interact much with Mum, except on a couple rare weekends and
whenever she doesn't get flooded in work. In fact, this was actually the
third birthday she's spent with us, last two being our 7ths and 13ths. I'm
not sure about Lucian. I think she was something Ann-Marie... I don't know.
Dad, the crazy mastermind behind our ridiculously long names (though
could be worse) and successful chef. Dad's usually home earlier, early
enough for him to cook dinner, plus he can also squeeze in time to
make us something nice for breakfast. And that's how we get really
great, actual food for the first and last meal of the day. The three of
us are closer to him if anybody. He radiates a lot of... warmness?
Uhm, I don't really remember his full name. It's super long, longer
than mine and Renee's. Can't really fault me there, hey?
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Now, we're getting to friends. This is Heather.
Aspiring journalist (or editor) and achieved best girl friend of
self-proclaimed most awkward girl in school. She instas almost
everything, and is very in touch with gossip, although doesn't
spread any (well, intentionally). Just likes getting the latest scoop,
fashions and drama. Still a very good friend and definitely bestie
material, if not I would have ditched her pretty long ago. We
actually go all the way back to elementary, where we were sworn
arch-enemies. We sat down, cooled it and sparked when we were
12, so now we got each other's back. Never mind how much she
blabs about cute boys and how she ships them with other girls and
how they'd be super cute together. (" My new OTP," she says)
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And this is one of my guy friends, Howard.
I think it's got something to do with being left out in his previous school
because he's a butterfly wolf, but he's basically the coldest, sassiest
and sarcastic person I know. He's a huge workaholic, busying himself
with either crafts, homework or heavy studying. This guy's definitely
crazy smart but nobody dares to ask if he could help them do their
homework for them. If they had guts anyway, they'd get rejected or
scared off by Sir Snide-Sass. Only times I've seen him smile is when
somebody tells a really funny joke, something great has happened or
when he sees his pet bird, Maggie. The times he feeds her are
aww-worthy, he really dotes on her.
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Last but not least, this is Austin. My other guy friend.
Total health nut, but will sit down for a couple of snacks and/or
video games once in a while. Doesn't really like sports though,
save for basketball and jogging in the park (or anywhere for that
matter, even if he has to do it in the spot). Thank dog he's attractive
and basically jock material (but we come from a school where we're
all equals so...), he can flirt his way through for us. Not sure how
it helps, but eh. In reality, he's very nice, though dislikes whoever
doesn't like him or his friends (us!) a lot. It's either one side of the
scale or other for him. What a ridiculously loyal dog.
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So, here's my really great family and odd gang of friends. Dad's hollering at the top of his lungs. Dinner's ready, dinner's ready. I get it. Well, see you, Camera. And first day of last year at Ravenwood here I come!
