I Got Punched Today

ORIGINALLY WRITTEN FRIDAY, JANUARY 7, 5:00 AM

Carol Anne hit me in the face at school today.

I knew she was going to do it. I saw her about to do it. I let her. I didn't even hit back.

The funny thing is, I think Tara was a few seconds away from doing it for me. I've never seen her that angry. She should be angry at me, though.

I'm tough. I'm tougher than even the boys at this school. Everybody knows it. I should have done something.

Why did I just fall over? What did that bastard do to me that made me fall over. And fuck it, he doesn't get special treatment in his pronouns. No capital letter bullshit.

I have to find out who got the flowers. I have to save them this time. I know I can do it.

It's so fucked up that the cops aren't even telling the girl who got the flowers it was her. She has a right to know, damnit.

You know, I almost hope it's me. I hope the bastard comes after me. I'll be ready.

Yeah, I'll be fucking ready this time. Shoot first, questions later.

Not Good

Things were weird at the sleepover.

Vanessa didn't come to school today.

Class has been canceled. The police were talking to Mr. Ash.

She was in my house! Why didn't I do something?

Fuck.

Yo

Haven't posted in a bit, mostly because been super busy. All the teachers want to cram all the work they can in right before Christmas break. Still, it'll be worth it, because after Wednesday I'm fucking free until the New Year.

Anyway, stuff hasn't been all that interesting. That one Freshman who got the flowers (think her name is Vanessa) has had two more secret admirer visits--she got chocolates and another bouquet.

It's not all chocolate and flowers, though. No one knows who's doing it, and apparently someone's been tapping on her window late at night. She looks fucking terrible. Guess she hasn't been sleeping. Some cops from the next town over are staking her out, I think, because Tara and I've been seeing a lot more cop cars around the school lately.

Personally, I think it's one of the teachers going all Humpbert Humpbert on us.

Anyway, I've started calling the biggest bitches at my school slags. The teachers don't like me saying it but they're not too harsh because I don't think they realize it's real slang. Hopefully this'll last longer than me calling everyone "wankers".

Some People Need A Life

Some perv outside of school today, standing about a block away, making obscene gestures at some of the the girls while we were leaving. Some of their boyfriends made noises about kicking his ass but of course none of them actually went over there. But anyway, doesn't the fucker need anything better to do?

In the end, Stacy Windsor went to tell a teacher, but the guy slipped away before she and Mr. Ryan could get back.

Typing on Tara's computer because she is awesome and has her own computer. I would kill to have something like this in my room, and not that piece of shit we have in the living room. I'm staying over here tonight because it's soooo much better than my place.

Anyway, talked about her a few times, but Tara's my best friends. We've been inseperable since I got into this crappy town when I was in Third Grade. She's a bit of a wuss but she's still cool.

She's saying, "I am not!" and pouting so you can totally tell she is.

Her family's rich, even though she denies that too, but, I mean, her room is like three times bigger than mine, and practically her whole family has their own computer. I mean, I know I'm white trash but we're not that poor.

Anway, fuck yes, it's friday. Catch the nobody who reads this later.

Can't Sleep

Fucking insomnia. If my parents catch me on the computer this late I'm dead, but fuck it, I can't sleep.

I hate dreams, sometimes. I dream a lot. I have this recurring one, the one that just woke me up. They're not bad, exactly. Not like nightmares. Just weird.

School was boring. It usually is. Biggest thing that happened was some freshman girl getting surprised by a big vase of flowers in her locker. Lucky girl. Other than that, just another day of Tara and I getting shunned by most of the school. I didn't really have to punch anybody today, so that was good. The principal is basically looking for any reason to kick me out, after all. God, accidentally bring a gun to school once and they never let you forget about it.

I wanted to punch some people a couple times, though. Someone threw a wad of paper at Tara at lunch. I didn't see who and she managed to talk me down. I swear, some of these idiots still act like middle schoolers.

Shit, I think my Dad's getting up. Better cut this short.