Rosaline’s Diary

Rosalina Traveski's Diary

Chapter One Sunday

My weekend activity for today is that I'm going to try hard to catch butterflies. Since it is now spring, butterflies come around to my garden, flapping their wings gracefully, some sucking nectar of the daisy flowers which just bloomed beautifully. But either that, butterflies can get quite ratty you know. Like, when I was five years old, as my weekend activity was trying to catch butterflies with my Barbie net. I caught a lovely-looking male deep ocean blue butterfly, but I'd seem to accidently chop its wings of somehow with the net and as its revenge, it flew in my T-shirt, tickling me all over. Am not going to catch male this spring. I changed into some spring clothes: a vivid green shirt and blue colorful shorts. Mum was cooking damper in the kitchen. I hate damper bread but mum makes me eat it. I got out my normal net, because my Barbie one got stalked away by a pod of butterflies last spring. I guess the blue male butterfly wanted revenge big-time. There were heaps of butterflies in the garden. I spotted on off with orange wings. I chased it around, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing works. I finally gave up and made daisy chains. But, I guess I wasn't a good daisy chain maker because my fat-but-not-so-fat fingers seem to press to hard and now I got all this daisy milk and juice sticking to my fingers. Next, tried doing awesome cartwheels on the grass. Guess I wasn't a good gymnast because I ended out falling on the grass. Now have all these dirt stains and scratches on my bum and all over my face and clothes. After, tried picking some blueberries on the blueberry tree. One big one was on the very top of that tree. Got onto a stool, I guess ballet was useful back then, but now I quit ballet so I lost my balance from the stool and fell flat-faced in the garden bench. Gave up. Went inside. End of weekends. I have to face school tomorrow.

Chapter 2 Monday

Oh man! I hate Mondays! Now, I really, really hate Mondays! This morning when I walked up to the school's gate, my bag straps got tangled between the fences and I tried pulling, but instead pulled my self over towards the fence and now my face has all these bruises. In class, we had an emergency teacher named Miss. Mutton-Butt. I found it funny and started to laugh in the middle of a math test. Miss. Mutton-Butt was not impressed and locked me up in the broom closet for three hours. That's the new rules. You get told off; it's straight in the broom closet. Miss. Mutton-Butt doesn't allow anyone to laugh or talk or smile or even snigger. If you do, you're going straight in the broom closet. You're not even allowed to move a slight chance of your mouth. You're not allowed to send notes, say stuff, or answer questions unless you were told. Unfortunately, I got locked up in the closet eight times in a row today in class. My friend Endora and a girl named Hannah talked all about boys and super stars all lunch. Endora practically has a crush on a boy called T. OK, he's real name's Terry but let's call him T for now. Not tea as if you drink the tea. T as in the alphabet. "Hey, Hannah! Don't you think Terry is ten out of ten sex appeal?" hissed Endora on the playground. "Mm," says Hannah. "Maybe nine out of ten." Endora's eyes flashed. "Flip will get two. Luke will get four. Or five!" said Endora, gazing around to T. "Oh, more than five! Flip is amazing! Maybe six. Or seven and a half," I thought how boring this boy talk was and I can't believe that Endora and Hannah has been talking about sex appeals and boy goddesses all long. How boring! Oh, now Endora is talking about how hot T looks. And asked me who I fancied the most. I sighed and said I was going to the loo. I heard them whisper, "She has a crush on the toilet!" Honestly.

Chapter 3 Tuesday

All Endora talks about is boys, boys, boys. And Hannah. Today at school, we played with this stinky girl called Gina. As well known, she is quite disgusting. She connected with this blinking boy talk. "Hey!" screamed Gina getting our attention. I almost chocked on my cheese sandwich. "Who do you rate most, Miley Cyrus or Beyoncé?" asked Gina chewing with her mouth open. (I so hate that.) "Miley," says Hannah. "Beyoncé," says Endora. "Who do you like best, Rosaline?" asked Endora. If I didn't say at least one celebrity, Endora will be looking for a row. So to keep her happy, I said that I liked Justin Beiber in a grumpy voice. I don't like Justin Beiber, really. I rate Baby a one. Suddenly, Gina shouted so loud I'm sure the whole school heard. "Guess what! I'm wearing my new bra!" yelled Gina. Endora's eye's flashed with envy. "You so have not!" breathed Endora. "Well then, what do you call this?!"She whipped out her school shirt and flashed her bra right in Endora's face! Endora screamed. Hannah screamed. The duty teacher screamed and dropped her coffee. I groaned. In class, got locked up in the closet again. At least it was only once for breathing loudly. So now the whole class knows that we're not allowed to breathe. Almost suffocated to death. But finally bell rang for break. "I'm gonna live in a mansion with my rich husband like that mansion_" Gina grinned and pointed to this three story house along the road. If she has a husband that's a rockstar or something, she'll entertain them with her horrid bras. I had a lot of trouble falling to sleep last night after Gina flashed her bra at us. I dreamt last night that I was a sardine and Gina picked me up and shoved me in her bra. Yuk.