Dear Journal... ~ Punk <3 (Please read!)

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[Gene]

Section 1

Dear Journal,

First off, I dislike you. I dislike your ugly, white, lined, boring papers. All 578 of them. That's right, I counted them. You know what else I hate? Your fudging pink cover. I mean, it's got flowers on it! Purple flowers! Get real! My mom, Eclaire, knows I'm not girly! But, noooo...She says I need to write in it. To 'preserve my childhood years.' Um, hello? I'm not a child. I'm 16 - technically not a child. I'm practically an adult. Besides, I'm capable of taking care of myself and that's what counts, right? Oh, and one more thing...You're not a diary. You're a journal. Get it? Joooouurnal. NOT a diary. Why am I even talking to you like you understand what I'm saying? You're a fudging diary! *cough* No, you are not a diary. You are a journal.

Did you know that I'm writing this in math class? Yup! True story. I don't even know what the lesson's about.
"What d'you think about that, Punk?" my teacher says. (Oh, FYI: The only reason why I'm wearing that dress is because Eclaire - Er, Mom - seems to think that I need to be more 'feminine.') FUDGE. I have zero idea what we're talking about. But guess what? An evil plan forms in my mind...Well, not really evil, but smart.

"Well...What do you think about that, Mr. Ember?" I ask cautiously. He glares at me. His eyes are like freaking red-hot coals...Goshers, they're scary.
"I don't think...I know," he snarls dangerously. I shrink down in my chair and say in a quiet voice,
"Exactly! I don't think I know, either!" Gawd, can eyes be on fire? Because his are. I don't care what you say...They are. I am assigned detention. That son of a biscuit. I've already gotten tons of homework! And you know what? They don't even let us work on it in detention! They make us write lines...For, like, two hours.

And you know what's perfect? The lunch bell rings. Which is awesome because my stomach is driving me insane. Aaaaand...The boys and I get to play football out on the field for a few minutes before classes are back! Which totally sucks, but still! I can get twenty, twenty-five minutes of playing time if I eat fast!
And guess what totally rocks? I do. But guess what's even more awesome? I get half an hour of playing time! WOOT! Anyway, so I'm mainly QB (That's quarterback, you noob journal.). I get a few good interceptions, a couple touchdowns...Once I thought I almost knocked a tooth out when I dove to tackle someone and they kicked me. But nope! Punk is victorious once again! Just got a bloody lip. Which still kinda sucks, but that's way better than losing a tooth, right?

Continuing...This totally awesome guy named Java walks up to me after the game. I'm like, OMG, OMG! I mean, can't you just tell he's a jock? And he's totally awesome! Wait, I've already told you that, right? Lol, right, so he walks up to me and he's like, "Hey, you're Punk, right?" Now I'm hyperventilating.
"Yeah." 'Yeah?' What kind of an answer was that? I could've commented on something about him, like complimented him...Wait, no, I couldn't do that. I'd end up just saying, 'Woah...You're hawt.' And that totally would've screwed stuff up for me.
"Cool name." And then I'm thinking, 'Well, hey! He doesn't know what to say either! SWEET.'
"You're...Java, right?" Lol, yeah. What girl in this school doesn't know that? He nods and I see him take a deep breath.
"So, hey...I was wondering...Um...D'you wanna come over to my house tomorrow? The Super Bowl's on." Oh, gawd...Give me a paper bag...It takes me a few seconds to realize that I haven't answered yet.
"Yeah! That'd be great!" He laughs kinda like he's relieved.
"Okay. So meet me at that great big oak tree in the park at noon?" I nod happily. The Super Bowl doesn't start until a few hours after noon, but I don't say anything.

After he leaves, I feel like screaming, 'TOUCHDOWN!' Lol, I'm weird like that.

Anyway, I gotz to go, Moi Journal! XOXO
Oh my God...I said 'moi'...As in posessing it...
~ Punk <3

P.S. Don't you absolutely lufflez my little squiggly line? ~

[Gene]

Section 2

Dear Journal,

Okay, so, of course, I met with Java over at the park. What, did you think I was going to pass up an offer like that? Uh-uh. I'm a smart woofer. You should know that by now. Anyway, we chatted on the way to his house. He's really nice, but I didn't mention that Eclaire my mom told me not to go and I snuck out. He's the kind of dog that would walk me back home to make sure I didn't get in trouble. What a gentleman.

Anyway, so his house is...Pretty normal. Except for the fact that it's like a huge mansion! Like, a movie star could live in it! The chandeliers were amazing, they had those really nice, expensive, shiny, wooden floors, and their furniture was either leather or suede or some other spendy materials. It was amazing. So, yeah, we went outside with his little bro, Ferret, and his big bro, Ares, to play some football. After his brothers were looking at me funneh, Java went over and had a little whispering argument. I shrugged it off.
Both of them were complaining about how females shouldn't play football, but after I started playing, they shut up.

Right, so then the Super Bowl came on. Me and Java sat down on this totally awesome, squishy couch together and watched it. Everyone was yelling at the screen, but I yelled the loudest. I called several people 'moron' and 'son of a biscuit.' Every time I started screaming at our team to shape up, they would. Java could've sworn they heard me. Their parents fed us snacks every once in a while since they didn't mind missing a bit of the game.
Our team won, in the end. Which was totally awesome and topped off the great day.

He walked me back home and I started humming one of the songs we heard on the commercial. "You sound really, really good," he told me. I just rolled my eyes and said,
"I'm just humming."
"Well, you sound really good. I wanna hear you sing," he insisted. So...I did. I sang one of my favorite songs and he stopped dead in his tracks when I was done. "You should be a singer." His eyes were really wide, but I thought I did weak, compared to my usual. I smirked. "No, really. You could be."
We just continued on. This time, though, we were silent. But it wasn't awkward at all. He kissed my paw at my doorstep. "See you at school on Monday?" I nodded, smiling.

And oh, gawd, did I get verbally abused when I opened the door. I forgot about sneaking back in and...well...Eclaire my mom had a little panic attack. So, yeah, I'm grounded. For like a month. But, hey - I don't have to tell Java that, right? And besides, I can always sneak out. I decided, in the end, that I should probably tell him. After all, if I start lying now...What happens later? So he prob'ly won't ask me out for a little while...But we're still dating. And that's better than nothing, right? And Eclaire my mom can't stop me from playing football. So it's like water on a duck's back.
Bye! XOXO

~ Punk <3

[Gene]

Section 3

Dear Journal,

Punk's back! Muahahaha...Anyway, I told my best buddies in the whole world (Soda Fountain and Sweeteh Greeneh) about my date two days ago and...Soda Fountain practically squealed in excitement and Sweeteh Greeneh smiled at me. But, you know, I've known that kid since pre-school. I know him like a book, in other words. He was happy for me, but he wasn't happy. I asked him what the matter was and he just shrugged it off. Soda Fountain was apparently too excited to notice anything. I'm writing this on my bed now...She's sitting on the floor having a spazz attack from excitement. Gawd, I'm going to have to shut her up before she has a stroke from lack of oxygen to the brain...

So now I'm totally curious and boggled about Sweeteh Greeneh. What's the matter with him? I saw him yesterday at the grocery store (He works there - duh.) and he seemed totally put-out. I went right up to him, even though I was checking out my items in a different check-out place, and asked him why he was so sad. Apparently, he didn't know I was there because he acted all surprised and sputtered something about Java and me. I didn't get it...Why didn't he like Java? I can't stand not knowing. And I can't stand seeing him so sad.

I <3 Java with ALL my heart and Greeneh can just suck it up and go wallow in misery for all I care because I'm happy and my best friend, Soda Fountain, is happy. She told me I should just leave Greeneh be and I'm going to and because she's so totally awesome I'm going to give her my iPod and stuff so bye!XXXXXXXXXOOOOOOOO

OMG...I'm totally sorry, Journal! I go to get some bacon and I come back and here's Soda Fountain...Drawing all over you and...Ugh, I must go erase it.
Oh, fudge. She wrote it in pen! What is with her?
Sorreh, sorreh...I didn't mean it. Yes, Soda Fountain is totally awesome and wise. I'm sorreh.
Had to write that. No kidding, she threatened to break me and Java up over it. She's nuts. But I lufflez her anyway.
Anyway, gotta go! XOXO

~ Punk <3

[BPeppers]

Awe! Cute. ^^ Can't wait to see more! xP

[kadoodlebird]

CUTENESS! Like ravenstella said, can't wait to see more! ^-^

It's like the Diary of the Wimpy Kid 'cept BETTER!

[Gene]

Aw, thanks guys! XD

[Gene]

Section 4

Dear Journal,

Well, I told Java about me being grounded. He was pretty cool about it. But, like I thought, he said we couldn't go out on any dates until I wasn't grounded. Aaaand he shared my thoughts when he said, "At least we've got football." Don't you go lecturing me about how football shouldn't be the base of a relationship. I know. It won't be. I'm just saying that it's a time for me to talk to him. Besides, why am I worried about it? I'm talking to you like...Like you're a silent therapist. I'm talking to you like I'm therapying myself. What is wrong with me? It's my mom, I'm telling you. (Why am I telling you? You can't understand me. Here's a brilliant plan...I'm going to write this like some totally amazing scientists dug it up millions of years from now. I shall help wolfkind re-build itself! Muahahaha! *cough, cough* Back to the story...)

I told my buddies about it (Who are they? I told you, fudging journal. Greeneh and Soda.). Greeneh says good for me with a sad smile (Again) and Soda has another panic attack. I'm not kidding, I'm considering taking her to to a psych ward. Or I'll just tell her to write in a journal like it's a therapist. But, of course, she won't know what a journal is. *sigh* I lufflez her, but she's about as smart as a squirrel. I'll have to call it a diary...And then she'll be like, "Like you do?" to the whole entire school and I'll be so miserable and embarrassed and...You know what? I'll just take her to a psych ward.

GUESS WHAT? I had to read it out loud again. And everyone laughed again. Which is pretty cool, since I thought I was going to barf because I was so freaked out. But good thing I didn't say anything embarrassing. Mr. Ember has assigned everyone else to write in a journal. Neato, huh? I've got a head-start, that's what's so neat about it, duh. I'll have to tell Eclaire my mom about it. She'll be ever so smug. She'll prob'ly lecture me. Maybe I won't tell her at all.

Anyway, must go stuff my face with chilli. Wait, did I just say that? Haha, just kidding. Eclaire My mom would come to school and lecture me in front of the entire school if I were to do that. I'll just eat it normally. Because, after all, I have to be lady-like. Apparently.
Bye, anyway. Don't let me keep therapying myself. XOXO

~ Punk <3

P.S. Greeneh continues to sulk. Reason is still unknown.

[Gene]

Section 5


Dear Journal,
it's Friday! Hoorah! That means we get to go trick-or-treating on Sunday. Yes, that means we'll be home late. Yes, that means we'll be super tired at school. And no, we don't care. You think we're too old to go trick-or-treating? Well, guess what? We're not! Candy is made for all ages. That is my theory.
Anyway, when I say 'we,' I mean Java, his friends Swirling Snow and Jack-O-Lantern, Soda Fountain, her friend and coolest dog in school Adoncia, Sweeteh Greeneh, and ME! Here are my opinions on their costumes.
Java's is so silly and girly and I know he's just wearing it to mess with people, but I have to admit...He's pretty darn cute in it. Lol
Swirling Snow probably has the cheesiest one of them all and I'm not a fan about how it covers up her entire body. She's pretty without it.
Jack-O-Lantern...Well, he's Jack-O-Lantern (AKA Jack)! He doesn't really need to dress up! Lol, but he's sweet and funny and totally cool. I can see why Java likes him.
Soda Fountain's is pretty funny, and it totally matches her. She's so hyped up about me and Java that she's just been nuts lately. Not that I don't like it...But she's starting to make me feel all gloom-and-doom compared to her.
Adoncia...*sigh* She's so gorgeous. I'm jealous. She rigged these shadow things to follow her wherever she goes. Very clever. I like her costume.
Sweeteh Greeneh...Oh, he's so funny and cute in that scarecrow's costume! He seems to have lightened up a bit, but he's still pretty gloomy. I wonder how he feels around Soda...
And for myself...I'm okay with it. But it's a dress! Eclaire My mom chose it for me...Java says it makes me look very beautiful, but I don't think so. Because, heck, he's my boyfriend! He's supposed to say stuff like that! Lol

Tonight, though, there's a Halloween dance at the school. Naturally, I'm going with Java. Soda said she'd go and just kinda wander. Adoncia's going, no doubt. Almost all the boys are just dying for a dance with her. Again, the envy...Phin and Ares are going, even though they aren't going trick-or-treating. Jack's going to be going with them, as none of them have dates and are planning to just play it out. Swirling Snow says it's just a worthless dance (I think she just didn't want to show up as a chicken). She always tilts her nose up like she's so important and decides everything for everyone. I have to say, though, I loved it when she looked so upset when we said we'd go. Greeneh didn't really say anything. He just kinda disappeared. One minute he was there, the next he wasn't. *sigh* What a strange dog.
Whatever. See ya! Gotta go to the dance! XOXO

~ Punk <3

[Gene]

Section 6

Dear Journal,
I'm worried that I'm beginning to like you. This is my second entry on the same day. Yes, I just got home from the dance.
Did I like it, you ask? (Well, you don't really ask. I imagine you'd ask that.) Yes. Well, no. Kind of.
At first, it was going all fine and dandy. I was having a great time with Java. I ate enough brownies (Shut up. I plan on burning it off tomorrow.) for months and the punch was just amazing. I sorta kinda drank enough to make me run to the bathroom every half an hour or so. I would be very grateful if you didn't remember that. Just wipe it from your pages right now. I'll go to the bathroom now (Shut up.) and when I come back, your page had better be clean of that. Everything from the end of the period in this sentence to the I in front of ate - got it?

I'm back and guess what? You didn't erase yourself! Well, what did I expect? You're a journal! Too much punch for me, I think. Whatever. Back to my entry.

Then, towards the end, Greeneh comes up to me and Java and asks if he can have a dance. Java - oh, he's such a gentleman - accepted, of course. And then - hold your breath, you won't believe it! - Greeneh tells me he's super jealous of Java and he loves me.

What a surprise, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyway, I about fainted right there. So he took me back to Java, who took me home because he said I didn't look good at all. Well who would? So I get home and up I go to my room because I want to write it all down. What's got into me?

I'm going to bed. I'm confused and tired. Good night. We'll see how much I can sleep with all of the sugar I have. Maybe it's just some weird hallucination or something because of the punch. XOXO

~ Punk <3