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    Dear Diary. – (Chapter: September 29-October 2.)

    Story written on November 11, 2006 by dddisfunctional.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=12661
    Author Notes:

    Dear Diary: Did I mention I’m in love?

    September 29, 2005.

    Dear Diary:

    The past few days, have honestly, been nothing special. Well, of course they’re special… Spencer exists. And that, to me, is definitely enough. But besides the same lunch conversations, and small talk, nothing extravagant has occured. OKay, thats a complete lie. Something big happened. It was so marvelous. Honestly.

    Madison bumped into me yesterday.

    She bumped into me whilst I was walking with Spence to third period, "Watch it dyke." Her friends sneered.

    "What was that, Madison?" I wasn’t about to let it slip. Not infront of Spencer, especially.

    "I said: Watch it, DYKE."

    I crept in closer to her. Gently caressing her neck, i seductively whispered (Still loud enough for her cheer bitches to hear), "You can’t deny that you like the way I touch you, Maddi." She gasped.

    "Keep your lesbian hands off me! I don’t want to be infested with your… Your, gay!" And she spat on me. Haha.

    But, the next thing I knew, she was on the floor, holding her face. My head shot to the cause.

    Spencer spat back onto the Latina. Spencer had hit Madison Duarte. And hard, too, because Maddi was now crawling towards her books, and stumbling as far away as possible from the scene.

    I laughed. Spencer giggled, but I kept laughing harder and harder, causing us both to have fits of laughter. Tears streamed down my face, I’m sure partially from laughing so hard, and the other half of joy. Had the girl of my dreams just punched my worst enemy and defended me? She did.

    Spence was shaking her hand. "Did that hurt?" I asked her, calming down,

    She chuckled, rubbing her sore knuckles, "A little, yeah," I smiled at her, thanking her silently. Words could’ve never expressed how appreciative I was of this blonde. She smiled back as to say ‘No problem’ though her now unclenched fist seemed to be kind of red.

    When we got to the outside of our class, the hall’s were empty. And I hugged her, not knowing what to do next. She reluctantly hugged back, sheepishly at first, but progressing it to a wholehearted embrace.

    She pulled back slightly, and looked at me. I stared into her icy blue eyes, unaware of what she was contemplating.

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    1. oooh. It’s good. Which is actually better than it sounds because it’s practically IMPOSSIBLE to make diary stories work. They’re one of the hardest things to make work you could think of. I’m very impressed. And … Ash… GET BACK ON YOUR PRESCRIPTION YOU MORON. You’re gonna fuck it up you ditz.

    2. oooh. It’s good. Which is actually better than it sounds because it’s practically IMPOSSIBLE to make diary stories work. They’re one of the hardest things to make work you could think of. I’m very impressed. And … Ash… GET BACK ON YOUR PRESCRIPTION YOU MORON. You’re gonna fuck it up you ditz.

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