Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I asked Elizabeth about the Talent Show and Elizabeth said she's in. She has never found something quite amusing. I thought she found her brothers getting in trouble quite amusing. Anyway, Principal Davidson explained that first place winner of the talent show deserves a trophy and a blue ribbon, second place deserves a medal with the words: Elite Star printed on it and they also deserve a red ribbon. Finally, third place receives only a green ribbon. This is worthless but worthful. Elizabeth and I are suggesting ideas every now and then. Elizabeth thinks about having a magic show, where she fake punches them, like she swings and misses but they actually feel it. I thought that was just stupid because how on earth can we make people feel punches when you don't really punch them. Elizabeth thought of an idea by an idea. Every idea was fooling people. She has older brothers. Three mean older brothers. Her mum is really nice. But I just don't like her brothers. Jake, for being rude, spilt banana milk all over my homework. Elizabeth pinched him in the finger and bit him on the ankle three times. Then, Andrew, who'd, spewed bug spray in the toilet while I was going toilet. He had planned for that all along. And there was Jan- the quiet one but deadly quiet. Once he popped a fake spider on Elizabeth's desk and she screamed to death. I would've died.

Dear Diary,

I had this weird dream last night. It was Elizabeth and I and we were flowers. I was a sunflower and Elizabeth was a poppy, I think. We were happily growing and enjoying the sun when this little girl that looked like me when I was three came, dressed up as a gardener and adorable sunhat and planted a seed right next to Elizabeth. The flower grew and grew. Later in my dream, a hornet or something came a stung me in the head. I recently grew to a weed because I lost all the water for a flower to grow for. Do you know what my brain is trying to tell me? It is trying to say that I should get another best friend to hang out with and do the talent contest with. A new friend. No, two new friends. Three just isn't enough. This morning at school I told Elizabeth about the dream and the plan. She said she was lucky no to be stung. I constantly ignored her even though I was listening. "We should do a band with singing and stuff," Elizabeth suggested like that. I nodded and thought how could she come up with a brilliant plan? It sounded great. All we need is two more members. Things are gonna be fine!

Dear Diary,

OK, planning for a Talent Show isn't easy, it's busy! This is how things have to be:

• I have to make posters for me and Elizabeth's band. I will take interviews with people.
  
• Work out the songs.
  
• Work out who's playing what.
  
• See, it isn't very easy at all!
  

  So I think I am going to stay up late doing the flyers and posters and I am going to come over at school early tomorrow and put up the posters and flyers. Let's hope. Here is the flyer/poster:
  

  Talent Show Band-
  

  Two Extra Lucky Member needed!
  

  Must be female.
  

  Lunch.
  

  Thank you for not nagging…
  

  I think this was good enough and it was worth it because all that glitter had gone up my nose and uncomfortable start in the morning, but it was worth it. I can't wait to see the people who are signing up tomorrow!
  

  Dear Diary,
  

  First person. Guess who it was.
  

  Name: Gini Lee
  

  FM (First impression): Gini is too smooth. And she is ugly with all that freckles and rashes. She has smooth dark hair and smooth fingernail maincure and smooth talk. (She said that her rashes will heal in 20 seconds because she must saw me looking at them, adjusting. But she didn't know that I was timing her 20 secs and rashes were still.)
  

  Baddness: Very, very, very smooth. Smooth voice too. It's weird and stuff. But I must give her extra points for her freckles because they cover her whole face and she has some on her palm of her hand, too.
  

  Smoother so I must say:Rejected
  

  Name: Sasha
  

  FM: Sasha comes from South Africa and they have a lot of music there so she might be exellent. Sasha is nice. She has dark skin and big, big green eyes. I don't think you've noticed but her teeth look a bit like a pirates except they're all golden. And her teeth stinks. Or is it her breath?
  

  Baddness: Bad, smelly breathe. I offered her some mints that were full-on chilly. The breathe was too much. I don't think I can live longer. So bad breath on stage?
  

  Bad breathe foregin girlfriend. I asked her if she may take mints when we are on stage, but she said, "Um, no thank you. Ya ta?" I don't understand and bad breathe so I must say; Rejected.
  

  Name: Brice
  

  FM: Brice is a boy who shouldn't be auditioning. He should've looked at the flyers properly. So skip this.
  

  Baddness: Bad sense of everything. Picks his nose from time to time and eats it and he picks his earlobes.
  

  REJECTED OF COURSE!
  

  Wow, my first three sign ups and not one of them are for me. I showed Elizabeth the sign up sheets and Elizabeth told me that more people are auditioning. I groaned.
  

  Dear Diary,
  

  Sigh. I don't know where to find a new band member at all. Here are today's reselts:
  

  Name: Jarques
  

  FM: Isn't this a boy name? I don't think so because Jarques kept talking like this: "Jellybean nailpolish color is cool, isn't it? Or you should try crismon sunset, but I think it's too reddish, but I like pink rose better than Jellybean, don't you think?" Before the interview, she did a manicure and brang five new nailpolish and now fussing with the bottles. "Why do you think you earn this position?" I asked. "I'm such a fashion rock freak and I am so smart and I love to rock out and I know how to play guitar and I'm very smart."
  

  Baddness: Is girly girl and talkative about nails and clothes and stuff like that. Is she going to be like that all through the auditions?And she spilt Jellybean six times at the interview! So: MAYBE
  

  Name: JO` UI GIPLNB DRSEV Or something like that.
  

  FM: Jo` Ui Giplnb Drsev is foregin like Sasha so she'll be a little intresting to meet. She is like she is in the olden days, wearing stuff like them and talking like them. I told her thank you when the interview for her was over and she got out her note-book and got out a feather for more olden dayish schemes and wrote: ^GoOd Bye, Jonny.'
  

  Baddness: I ought to tell her that my name was Jenny, not Jonny. Though she was intresting, so, PROPERLY.
  

  That's enough interviews, really. No one is signing up anymore. Elizabeth looked at the sheets and grinned. "Maybe we should get Jarques; after all, he- I mean, she likes crismon sunset, why not?" I shrugged and thought that she was to yakky yakk. "What about the foregin kid?" I said. "JO, I think, whatever her name was she was intresting but maybe not a good singer." Elizabeth shrugged and looked around then she walked away.
  

  To be continued…
  

  
   

The CATAA CLUB

The CATAA Club

By Christine Wang

"Hi, everybody, how's it going?" Sandy said as she walked in school with her sister, Sadie. Sadie was younger than Sandy. It really is a family thing. That's what Sandy says all the time people ask her why their names were so similar. Once I asked her and she said, "Not interested!" in those kind of girly girl annoying voice. That's why my best friends, Lola, Jade and Katy formed our own private and secret club: The CATAA Club. That's because we are cool, amazing, terrific, and awesome. Sandy is nothing that I've known of. Today, Mrs. Devon, our sexy math teacher taught us how to do this and that. Most of all she told us a boring lesson of how to multiple fractions and subtract decimals. I fell over the hole to Alice in Wonderland. I think I was the hatcher. Anyway, I was half wondering and half dreaming that if we could convince Principal Smith if we can have a fundraising day to support people living with cancer. We can have pet shows and people can come in our school and pay five bucks just for an hour. But the problem? Discussing it with my club will be hard. Because Jade can get hot-headed on ideas. And another problem: How will I convince Principal Smith? He is a bit selfish, to be honest. He wants everything to be his. And I mean his only. Ding ring! Bell has rung. Some lunchtime goodies. Lola appeared to me and said: "Hi! Guess what?" I smiled and said, "What?" Suddenly, a grin drew out of her face. Then she cried, "Ha! You really thought that there really is something to tell you?! You're funny, Holly."

Funny as a beak up your nose, I thought as I scattered down the hallway. I met Katy down the corridor. She gave me a chocolate bar. I asked, "Why? I thought it was my turn to be the chef of our club." She smiled mysteriously. "Open it and eat." So I did. And guess what happened? (Ha! - Lola jinxed!) My mouth started to burn. My tongue was whipping. Then… Phaw! Big chunks of spit came flying out of my mouth. The worst thing was it landing on Principal Smith. Omigod!! What kind of plan did Katy did to me?? First Lola's, now Katy? What? Now, Katy is running down the hall way, giggling.

"So, your name is Holly Yakima, right?" asked the timid office lady. I nodded and suddenly felt guilty. What was Smith going to say? Now I am worried sick. How about if I tell Smith that Katy played a trick on me for some reason? This voice kept echoing. But I can't and they'll kick me out of the club. Principal Smith stormed in the room, with his hair wet and moist with my spits. He shook his head. Then he sighed, "Miss. Hunter. It's OK, I'll deal with it." Oh no! What if he tells the sexy Mrs. Devon? Will she give me detention? Hope not. Though I don't usually think sexy women as teachers give you detention. But still! I was getting really bored just sitting there in a cold office and getting pins and needles. "OK, Holly, just say sorry and all will be done. I don't think I want any more Holly slobber," he smiled and smoothed his hair with some gel.

Bullies

My name is Ruby and I get bullied at school all the time. I do not have any friends or groups. I always try to ask other groups that I can play but they always give me dirty looks and say, “Oh, Ruby is here. Let’s move,” or the might say, “No, we have too much people playing.” When they only have two or three people in a group. But the bully in school is Lesley Buckston. She has four friends that follow her, Holly, Monika, Karen and Lin. They aren’t bullies, really. Lesley’s the one who leads them with great leadership. You see, I am the schools vet. Just joking! I am allowed to take my cat out only to school. But my cat, Bella is good and Mrs. Teagan, the principle, finally noticed that. One day, Lesley and her group came up to me while I was sitting on the wooden steps, eating my lunch. They just kind of threw themselves at me, especially Lesley, who I thought that it wasn’t very nice, neither did Bella. “Well, you done it well enough haven’t you, Ruby?” said Lesley smirking. I winced and got on with my lunch. She nudged Karen on the elbow. Then Karen said, “Bella seems to be a cat-rot. Skitybums would love a bite for breakfast,” Skitybums was Karen’s beloved Chihuahua dog. The way she said it was like she memorized it. Like in a movie. I knew they were onto something. Very nasty. Then, Holly ran over to Miss. Jdrain, the duty teacher. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I could see the Miss. Jdrain had a slight frown on her face. Lesley and the others were grinning. I didn’t know what they were up to but it seems… bad. Suddenly, Miss. Jdrain came over to me, with Holly behind her. “Did you say to Karen something rude about her dog?” I shook my head, speechlessly. Now I know what they were planning about! “She did! Miss. Jdrain!” They were all crying. I sighed. I guess I have to live at school always like this. Sooner enough, I had rubbish picking duty. That’s what bullies usually do. Or they tease you.
The next day I had a plan coming through at lunch time. It will spoil their plan and voilà! Everything will pop up and everything will be equal. Just wait you see! During class I couldn’t think! I was so excited about the plan and I didn’t even hear Monika say to me, “You look like an ice-cream cone with worms on top!” or, “You are a geek!” At lunch, I had the things coming through. Everything was set. All I gotta do is act normal and make them come up to me, which should not be a problem because every lunch they come up to me and tease me. Once they did, Lesley was carrying a ‘BFF’ Note-book. She held it up to my face. On one page it said, ‘Ruby is a geeky girl. She is not precious like an actual ruby. She is on our Bad, Nerdy, Geeky and Weirdo list. Well done, Ruby, if you are reading this. You are in our top Bad, Nerdy, Geeky and Weirdo List. Remember, we all hate you and your stinky cat, Bella! LOL! ’ Oh, great! Now they are torturing me by paper. Then, Lin whispered, “We gotta tell ya a secret,” her California voice was mad. I got annoyed and hoped the plan was ready. “Well, if you tell me then it’s not a secret anymore, is it? And also, a color ball is coming through,” Lesley just smiled and exclaimed, “Ha, ha Ruby. You can’t trick us like that. We know that-“BOOM!!! A color ball hutted her right on her waist. Suddenly, another one was coming through. It sprayed on Holly and she got all these color sprinkles all over her clothes and stuff. Two more were coming through. It landed and sprayed on Lin. Then the second one, Monika missed, but she had some on her sock and in her shoes. Everyone crowded around them. Some were laughing. And some were sighing. A little kindy girl looked up at me and gave me a dirty look. I bet you that it was Karen’s little sister. But Karen wasn’t here today so I guess she could’ve had some kind of flu. As the teachers calmed the girls out, I walked over to that kindy girl and asked that why Karen was away. She answered, “Because she got bullied by the girls who’d been shot by those rainbow balls,” Then she walked away to play that kindy game, ‘Chasey’ with some other friends. It was cute how she said, ‘rainbow balls’ when it was colorful balls. I felt a little sorry for Karen. She got bullied by Lesley, Lin, Monika and Holly; just like me. What else could I do but borrow that BFF Note Book?
I got Karen’s email from her little sister, Katy. She said that I better steal the BFF Note-book. I asked her why and she said that we can publish it to Mrs. Teagan and she can punish them. Piece of cake. “But how?” I asked. “Well, we gotta figure that out. I’ll put some thought on it tonight and then we can share tomorrow at school.” End of messaging. Went to bed. Just how are we gonna get our hands on the book?
To be continued…
By CC