March 14
4:00 P.M
I was just given this journal. I am so excited. Turning fourteen on the 14th just feels lucky! I can't wait to write down all my adventures in here.
March 14, Saturday
8:00 P.M
Daniella is spending the night. She is my best friend in the whole world. She is annoyed because I am writing now instead of talking to her. I shall write down what we say.
“What are you doing, Mia?”
“Writing. Duh!”
“You are so mean. I mean what are you writing?”
“I am writing what we are saying.”
“Why?”
“So, I remember it forever.”
“You're so weird.”
March 14, Saturday
10:00 P.M
Couldn't resist. Had to write more! So, I am laying...no, that's lying...so I am lying on the bed and thinking random thoughts.
“I won't be able to wear high heels, I guess, when I go on a date with Michael.” I twist a strand of the sorry excuse for hair in my fingertips.
“Michael doesn't even know you like him,” Daniella scoffs. She is such a pessimist.
“He will once I tell him. I am going to tell him tomorrow. For sure.”
“Sure you will. Like you were going to tell him yesterday and the day before. Maybe you should just tell him right now.”
“No way! The time just isn't right and if the stars aren't correctly aligned in the universe he won't say yes.”
“Or, he might just say no because he doesn't like you,” Daniella pointed out.
“Gee, Daniella, thank you for the boost of confidence. Why do I call you my best friend again?”
Chapter 2
Ten Things About Daniella
1. She is fourteen like me.
2. Like everyone else seems to be, she is shorter than me. But not by a whole lot.
3. She does NOT like to be called Danni. For any reason, ever, by anyone. Don't ask her why. She does not like to talk about it.
4. She is a bit pretentious. For those of you who are failing English 101, that means she is a little bit snobby.
5. She can be sarcastic. As evidenced in the first chapter of this journal.
6. She does not like writing or making top ten lists like I do.
7. I think she might also have a secret crush on Michael Across The Hall, and that is why she gets so riled up when I mention our future dates. She just doesn't want to hurt my feelings and plus, I have dibs.
8. Daniella does not respect the code of dibs ANYWAY. She is a boyfriend stealer. This is evidenced by the time that I was dating Sven from Sweden. Of course, she stole him after we broke up, but I think that makes the offense even worse. So much for sisters before misters.
9. Daniella has two brothers and three sisters. Maybe this is why she is better at sharing things (like boyfriends) and I am not so good at it. We only children are not taught the fine art of sharing.
10. It bugs her when I write in my journal while she is trying to speak to me. Like now.
March 15, Sunday
12:00 P.M
“Are you about done with that stupid book?” Daniella huffed.
“Danette,” I said softly, “It is important that I document my life for posterity. That means future generations. I know you don't understand it, but a hundred years from now you will.” Danette, by the way, is another thing she hates being called. And I’m the only one who can get away with calling her that.
“I don't care about future generations. Besides, I'll be dead a hundred years from now. Put up the stupid book and come hang out with me.”
“Okay, okay.”
March 16, Monday
4:30 P.M
I should be doing my homework right now but I don't want to. English 101 really is the only thing I seem to be good at. And maybe I'm a little bit good at science and social studies. But the math ship is sinking and nobody can save me. I just don't understand numbers!
Daniella was speaking to me more today since she thought I left my book at home. I didn't tell her that it was just stowed away in my locker in case anything newsworthy happened.
Michael Across The Hall has been transferred to my science class. I might die!!!
Chapter 3
Ten Reasons I'm in love with Michael Across The Hall
1. He is Michael Across The Hall!
2. He has gorgeous eyes and a super pretty smile.
3. He is kind. I know this, even though I have never talked to him, because I saw him talk to other people and he was nice to them and smiled at them.
4. He lives across the hall and therefore I kind of, sort of, know him (even though we've never talked before.)
5. We now sit across from each other, so now he is not only Michael Across The Hall, but he is Michael Across From Me In Science! Yes! Prayers do get answered!
6. I wonder if Michael is any good at science.... oh, wait, that is not a reason I love him! But, I do wonder that!
7. He seems smart. He answered all the questions the teacher asked correctly. Okay, well, the one he answered he got right. And even though it was only one question, I still feel like he is smart.
8. Because he is compassionate. April said that Emily said that Rebecca said that he once volunteered in an animal shelter (and it wasn't for community service.)
9. Because his name is Michael and that is just a perfect name.
10. Because I think he might be just tall enough that I can wear the high heels (the short ones.)
March 17, Tuesday
1:00 P.M
I am sitting across from Michael Across The Hall. He has on a nice polo. It is navy blue. But I digress. That means I'm getting off track. I am going to tell him today. Daniella said that since I said I was going to do it then I should. Because apparently, I should stick to the things I say I am going to do. That is her opinion anyway.
“Mia?” A voice broke my reverie.
“Hmmm, yes?” I answered.
“Hi, I'm the teacher. I would like it if you would keep your eyes on me, please.” Mr. Inglewood is sarcastic. Everybody I know is sarcastic. Or maybe they are just sarcastic to me.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I accidentally said aloud. While the rest of the class found this hysterical, it was obvious the captain didn’t. So, guess what I got to do? That's right. Sit outside the principal's office.
1:30 P.M
I was a little embarrassed that I got in trouble right in front of Michael Across The Hall. He had never seen me so vulnerable before. I was like a baby owl being cornered by a fox...or something to that effect. I sat on the bench outside the principal's office since that is where I was told to have a seat. I swung my feet back and forth, entertaining myself by watching my shoelaces. They are pretty neon orange and go well with my purple tennis shoes.
While I was waiting, Michael Across The Hall walked by holding a bathroom pass.
“Sorry that the teacher picked on you,” he said. “That wasn’t cool of him.”
I didn't say anything. My mouth fell open. Michael Across The Hall just talked to me!! Prayers are being answered every minute now! I must have God on speed dial!
Just as I was starting to get up and sneak away the door opened. “Where do you think you are going, young lady?” boomed the voice of Mr. Beaufort.
“Back to class. I didn't think you were going to show your face,” I said. This was the wrong thing to say, because he did show his face and it wasn’t pretty. I got a slip for sarcasm and detention. Then the principal sent me back to class but not before telling me he did not want to see me again for the rest of the semester. Well, gee, I don't like you either, Mr. Eggbottom. That is my new nickname for him. I think it fits him. His bottom is shaped like eggs.
Chapter 4
Ten reasons why I hate math
1. It has numbers in it. I just don't like numbers.
2. It is taught by the same guy that teaches science. That would be Mr. Inglewood.
3. It has numbers in it. Oh, wait, I mentioned that already. I just really hate numbers, I guess.
4. It confuses me. I don't think I have ever felt so dumb in my life as when I am staring at algebra. As if regular math wasn't bad enough, it had to grow up and start wearing a bra and complicate things. Now it has letters and junk in it.
5. Michael from across the hall is not in my math class. I heard a rumor that he is in a more advanced class. I don't currently have any evidence that the rumor is true.
6. Because there are too many numbers that can be in one place in one time. What is the point of adding or multiplying a number like 123435 by 18343? I am never going to use these numbers in real life. See? Math is useless.
7. I have failed math five times already. I only wish I was kidding.
8. Math is hard.
9. Math is hard!
10. Math is stupid and pointless!
March 17, Tuesday
4:00 PM
The minute the bell rang I made a mad dash for the hall. I wanted to make sure I got out the door before there was any chance of, “I need to see you after class,” or anything like that. If I am going to be in trouble, I'll be in it tomorrow. But this evening, I have freedom! Sweet freedom! Hallelujah!
Still March 17
Still Tuesday
But shortly after 4:00 PM
I dashed right into Daniella who was waiting for me. We both dropped our books and made a big oomph sound. Then Daniella yelled at me. She needs to grow a sense of humour (that's the British spelling of humor. I like the British ways of doing things.)
“You haven't forgotten, have you?” Daniella smiled an evil smile. A lot of people think that exact same smile is charming, but they just don't know what it means. It means that she is up to something. And the person she is smiling at is usually involved.
“What?” I asked as I picked up our books off the floor. She didn't lean down to help me or anything. Some best friend!
“Michael Across The Hall,” she said in that voice that told me I shouldn't have forgotten something so important.
My eyes got big. That was today?
“I said I would do that tomorrow,” I reminded her.
“No, you said that yesterday. Today is tomorrow. You have to tell him today.” She is too good.
We walked up to my apartment (since that is where Michael Across The Hall also lives), and we went to his apartment. I raised my hand to knock on the door, and then I brought it back down. What if Michael Across The Hall DIDN'T like me?
4:00 P.M
I was just given this journal. I am so excited. Turning fourteen on the 14th just feels lucky! I can't wait to write down all my adventures in here.
March 14, Saturday
8:00 P.M
Daniella is spending the night. She is my best friend in the whole world. She is annoyed because I am writing now instead of talking to her. I shall write down what we say.
“What are you doing, Mia?”
“Writing. Duh!”
“You are so mean. I mean what are you writing?”
“I am writing what we are saying.”
“Why?”
“So, I remember it forever.”
“You're so weird.”
March 14, Saturday
10:00 P.M
Couldn't resist. Had to write more! So, I am laying...no, that's lying...so I am lying on the bed and thinking random thoughts.
“I won't be able to wear high heels, I guess, when I go on a date with Michael.” I twist a strand of the sorry excuse for hair in my fingertips.
“Michael doesn't even know you like him,” Daniella scoffs. She is such a pessimist.
“He will once I tell him. I am going to tell him tomorrow. For sure.”
“Sure you will. Like you were going to tell him yesterday and the day before. Maybe you should just tell him right now.”
“No way! The time just isn't right and if the stars aren't correctly aligned in the universe he won't say yes.”
“Or, he might just say no because he doesn't like you,” Daniella pointed out.
“Gee, Daniella, thank you for the boost of confidence. Why do I call you my best friend again?”
Chapter 2
Ten Things About Daniella
1. She is fourteen like me.
2. Like everyone else seems to be, she is shorter than me. But not by a whole lot.
3. She does NOT like to be called Danni. For any reason, ever, by anyone. Don't ask her why. She does not like to talk about it.
4. She is a bit pretentious. For those of you who are failing English 101, that means she is a little bit snobby.
5. She can be sarcastic. As evidenced in the first chapter of this journal.
6. She does not like writing or making top ten lists like I do.
7. I think she might also have a secret crush on Michael Across The Hall, and that is why she gets so riled up when I mention our future dates. She just doesn't want to hurt my feelings and plus, I have dibs.
8. Daniella does not respect the code of dibs ANYWAY. She is a boyfriend stealer. This is evidenced by the time that I was dating Sven from Sweden. Of course, she stole him after we broke up, but I think that makes the offense even worse. So much for sisters before misters.
9. Daniella has two brothers and three sisters. Maybe this is why she is better at sharing things (like boyfriends) and I am not so good at it. We only children are not taught the fine art of sharing.
10. It bugs her when I write in my journal while she is trying to speak to me. Like now.
March 15, Sunday
12:00 P.M
“Are you about done with that stupid book?” Daniella huffed.
“Danette,” I said softly, “It is important that I document my life for posterity. That means future generations. I know you don't understand it, but a hundred years from now you will.” Danette, by the way, is another thing she hates being called. And I’m the only one who can get away with calling her that.
“I don't care about future generations. Besides, I'll be dead a hundred years from now. Put up the stupid book and come hang out with me.”
“Okay, okay.”
March 16, Monday
4:30 P.M
I should be doing my homework right now but I don't want to. English 101 really is the only thing I seem to be good at. And maybe I'm a little bit good at science and social studies. But the math ship is sinking and nobody can save me. I just don't understand numbers!
Daniella was speaking to me more today since she thought I left my book at home. I didn't tell her that it was just stowed away in my locker in case anything newsworthy happened.
Michael Across The Hall has been transferred to my science class. I might die!!!
Chapter 3
Ten Reasons I'm in love with Michael Across The Hall
1. He is Michael Across The Hall!
2. He has gorgeous eyes and a super pretty smile.
3. He is kind. I know this, even though I have never talked to him, because I saw him talk to other people and he was nice to them and smiled at them.
4. He lives across the hall and therefore I kind of, sort of, know him (even though we've never talked before.)
5. We now sit across from each other, so now he is not only Michael Across The Hall, but he is Michael Across From Me In Science! Yes! Prayers do get answered!
6. I wonder if Michael is any good at science.... oh, wait, that is not a reason I love him! But, I do wonder that!
7. He seems smart. He answered all the questions the teacher asked correctly. Okay, well, the one he answered he got right. And even though it was only one question, I still feel like he is smart.
8. Because he is compassionate. April said that Emily said that Rebecca said that he once volunteered in an animal shelter (and it wasn't for community service.)
9. Because his name is Michael and that is just a perfect name.
10. Because I think he might be just tall enough that I can wear the high heels (the short ones.)
March 17, Tuesday
1:00 P.M
I am sitting across from Michael Across The Hall. He has on a nice polo. It is navy blue. But I digress. That means I'm getting off track. I am going to tell him today. Daniella said that since I said I was going to do it then I should. Because apparently, I should stick to the things I say I am going to do. That is her opinion anyway.
“Mia?” A voice broke my reverie.
“Hmmm, yes?” I answered.
“Hi, I'm the teacher. I would like it if you would keep your eyes on me, please.” Mr. Inglewood is sarcastic. Everybody I know is sarcastic. Or maybe they are just sarcastic to me.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I accidentally said aloud. While the rest of the class found this hysterical, it was obvious the captain didn’t. So, guess what I got to do? That's right. Sit outside the principal's office.
1:30 P.M
I was a little embarrassed that I got in trouble right in front of Michael Across The Hall. He had never seen me so vulnerable before. I was like a baby owl being cornered by a fox...or something to that effect. I sat on the bench outside the principal's office since that is where I was told to have a seat. I swung my feet back and forth, entertaining myself by watching my shoelaces. They are pretty neon orange and go well with my purple tennis shoes.
While I was waiting, Michael Across The Hall walked by holding a bathroom pass.
“Sorry that the teacher picked on you,” he said. “That wasn’t cool of him.”
I didn't say anything. My mouth fell open. Michael Across The Hall just talked to me!! Prayers are being answered every minute now! I must have God on speed dial!
Just as I was starting to get up and sneak away the door opened. “Where do you think you are going, young lady?” boomed the voice of Mr. Beaufort.
“Back to class. I didn't think you were going to show your face,” I said. This was the wrong thing to say, because he did show his face and it wasn’t pretty. I got a slip for sarcasm and detention. Then the principal sent me back to class but not before telling me he did not want to see me again for the rest of the semester. Well, gee, I don't like you either, Mr. Eggbottom. That is my new nickname for him. I think it fits him. His bottom is shaped like eggs.
Chapter 4
Ten reasons why I hate math
1. It has numbers in it. I just don't like numbers.
2. It is taught by the same guy that teaches science. That would be Mr. Inglewood.
3. It has numbers in it. Oh, wait, I mentioned that already. I just really hate numbers, I guess.
4. It confuses me. I don't think I have ever felt so dumb in my life as when I am staring at algebra. As if regular math wasn't bad enough, it had to grow up and start wearing a bra and complicate things. Now it has letters and junk in it.
5. Michael from across the hall is not in my math class. I heard a rumor that he is in a more advanced class. I don't currently have any evidence that the rumor is true.
6. Because there are too many numbers that can be in one place in one time. What is the point of adding or multiplying a number like 123435 by 18343? I am never going to use these numbers in real life. See? Math is useless.
7. I have failed math five times already. I only wish I was kidding.
8. Math is hard.
9. Math is hard!
10. Math is stupid and pointless!
March 17, Tuesday
4:00 PM
The minute the bell rang I made a mad dash for the hall. I wanted to make sure I got out the door before there was any chance of, “I need to see you after class,” or anything like that. If I am going to be in trouble, I'll be in it tomorrow. But this evening, I have freedom! Sweet freedom! Hallelujah!
Still March 17
Still Tuesday
But shortly after 4:00 PM
I dashed right into Daniella who was waiting for me. We both dropped our books and made a big oomph sound. Then Daniella yelled at me. She needs to grow a sense of humour (that's the British spelling of humor. I like the British ways of doing things.)
“You haven't forgotten, have you?” Daniella smiled an evil smile. A lot of people think that exact same smile is charming, but they just don't know what it means. It means that she is up to something. And the person she is smiling at is usually involved.
“What?” I asked as I picked up our books off the floor. She didn't lean down to help me or anything. Some best friend!
“Michael Across The Hall,” she said in that voice that told me I shouldn't have forgotten something so important.
My eyes got big. That was today?
“I said I would do that tomorrow,” I reminded her.
“No, you said that yesterday. Today is tomorrow. You have to tell him today.” She is too good.
We walked up to my apartment (since that is where Michael Across The Hall also lives), and we went to his apartment. I raised my hand to knock on the door, and then I brought it back down. What if Michael Across The Hall DIDN'T like me?
