The Dreadful Diary of Me

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a short story thgat i entered in a competition about scholl its a diary entry very short

Submitted: October 25, 2011

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The Dreadful Diary of Me

2ndSeptember

Dear Diary,

I know after a whole lot of bad news, you would be expecting good news and it was my first day at secondary school as well.  It was rubbish, lousy call it what you will. Maybe this shows you not to get your expectations so high! Anyway, the teacher placed my seat next to the window and you know me, I get easily distracted. Guess what I saw out of the window, a group of elder kids. They had ebony black hair and an dark complexion. Their mouths, jabbering away. The teacher who I had forgotten the name of was droning on and on… And on. He was talking about safety and what they expect of us. This was MEGA B.O.R.I.N.G! I mean, who would want to even pretend to listen to that junk! So I turned to the “magic” window of entertainment. I stared at the elder kids, just messing about. Suddenly a kid looked me coldly in the eyes. His dark black eyes met my vulnerable, dark brown eyes. He turned his head to his friend and his evil eyes turned to happiness and laughter. They were making fun. I was really annoyed. I turned back to listen to the teacher. The whole class was laughing and looking at me. Why? Then I realised the teacher was looking at me with his face grinning like the Joker in Batman.

He shouted,” ARE YOU DONE WITH THAT!”

“Ummmmmm. …Yes sir,” I quivered in reply.

 

“THEN GIVE MY YOUR DIARY, YOU ARE GETTING A BAD NOTE!”

 

I handed in my diary. I was getting a *bad note. On my first day. I hung my head in shame. So a tip for you. NEVER I MEAN, NEVER GET DISTRCTED IN A LESSON! PRETEND TO LISTEN.

 

So far, so bad.

 

See ya

 

Umang

*bad note- a little batch of blue notes in your diary that says you have been a bad boy. A teacher fills in one if you are naughty. So basically it is less mean way of a detention.

 

Dear Diary, 15th October

 

Today, I bought some chips from the school canteen. I took them out to the Yr 7 playground .This was my only lunch and the only money that I had on my finger. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about the magic index finger on your right hand. You can pay for lunch on that finger and top it up whenever you want. So anyway I went to the playground .I talked to my friend .He wasn’t listening.

His mind focus on the delicious chips in my hand that I was eating .He asked me if he could have one, I said yes, I don’t mind .Then everyone started to ask for one. It was a swarm .The whole of the year group came onto me. Leaning on me. I said no and then the crowd got angry. Insults battered me in the face. It was a mob. I made a run for it grabbing tightly onto the chips. One of the fast runners came after me. It was like a leopard chasing an elephant. I tripped in haste. I was lucky not to fall, but my chips weren’t that lucky. They lay on the floor, the delicious lunch that I decided to take out of the canteen lay on the floor. I had wasted my lunch. I guess that is what I get for not eating my lunch in the canteen .So here is a tip ,ALWAYS TRY TO BRING YOUR OWN LUCH OR EAT IT IN THE CANTEEN .BUT NEVER TAKE IT INTO THE WIDE PULIC.

See ya,

 

Umang

 

20th November

 

Dear Dairy

 

I was in Maths today and because it is register order , I had to sit next to someone called Ruban .He was the most annoying person you could ever meet .He was the biggest chatterbox. But occasionally he made the whole class laugh because of his stupidity .Anyway back to the subject, we were in Maths and he didn’t hear what the teacher said. The teacher had said before that, that whoever talks would get a bad note .Now because of his ear infection and that we were sitting at the back because of our surnames.

 

He asked me “What are we doing?”

 

“EX 1 pg 167” I replied.

 

“What, Ex 1 pg 267! There is no 267 man,” he snapped.

 

I pointed to the exercise that we were doing .

“Ohhh,” Ruban whispered in a dopey way.

 

Unfortunately , his whisper was a loud voice that you could here even if you were a million miles away. Then the teacher turned fuming red , her mouth full of spit .The whole class were trying not to laugh .She wanted to say something but to gave us the silent treatment and took our diaries. I whispered “Look what you’ve done Ruban “.

 

“Huuh?” Ruban said looking bamboozled.

So ALWAYS IGNORE IF HE IS TALKING TO YOU IN A LESSON EVEN IF HE HAS GOT AN EAR INFECTION!

 

See ya,

 

Umang

 

17th December

 

Dear Diary

 

Today was the last day of the term! Hooray! No more school for two weeks. To my surprise nothing happened today that was good or bad, so it wan an ok day I suppose. Oh, now I remember it’s your birthday in a few days. The day you came to me .But I have got a tip because something bad had happened to one of my friends. He talked back to the teacher. The teacher then publicly humiliated him. The teacher was a bit nasty to him but didn’t give him a bad note. I wasn’t even there, someone else told me. So I can’t really go into detail. Sorry .The tip is NEVER TALK BACK TO A TEACHER, EVEN IF THEY ARE WRONG AND COMPLETELY BONKERS!

 

See ya,

 

Umang

 

 

 

  Dear Diary, 25th December

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YOU HAVE NOW REACHED THE AGE OF ONE. Your birthday present is not bad news for you today .So I have nothing to report you back on .Oh yeah, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! When I got you last year I was filled with joy because I thought I can write all the things that happen to me in this little diary that I got. But I did get a Play Station 3 this year which would top my Presents list if you weren’t there.

 

See ya,

 

Umang

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Diary, 31st January

 

Today, as always, something bad happened I left my HW diary at home. So I had to write my homework on a piece of paper, but that wasn’t the problem .The problem was that my piece of homework was in there too! I was going to get a bad note .Now you must recognise a big problem with that. The bad note page is in my diary and I don’t have my diary .You are probably wondering what happened to me.The conversation goes something goes something like this:


“Sir, I don’t have my homework “

 

“You know what this means Umang, it means a bad note”.

 

“I know Sir,”

 

“SO GIVE ME YOUR DIARY!!”

 

“Miss, ummmm, I forgot it at home”

 

“WHAT TO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT IT! Come and see me tomorrow for a bad note a detention .I will be informing your form tutor, who is he?”

 

“Mr Beaumont Sir,”

 

“Thank you,”

 

The whole class mocked me. Their silly little faces bursting with laughter. Their stupid, tiny hands all pointed at me. I was angry, SO ANGRY! (I waited until lunch to unleash at them, making sure there wasn’t anyone left to survive). I’m kidding, I only insulted them and kicked on guy where it hurts the most! It was also my third bad note. And every three you get a detention. So I will be having a double detention, stacking chairs, wasting my lunchtime and cleaning tables. All this, while the whole school watched you. I know that this would happen, I’ve seen other people endure it with my very eyes. Actually I more or less mocked them with my big mouth but oh well same thing I guess. Anyway, NEVER FORGET ANYTHING AT HOME, OTHERWISE YOU MAY JUST GET TAUGHT A LESSON THAT YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!

 

See ya

 

Umang

 

 

 

Dear Diary, 6th February

 

Today was my detention and it was horrible. I had on already which wasn’t so bad, just stacking chairs and randomly helping out my form tutor. That one was for forgetting my diary and my homework. STUPID TEACHER!! Anyway, this one was the most horrible detention ever, or so I’m told. For the first half of lunch, I was cleaning dirty tables in the Maths Office. They looked as if they haven’t been cleaned for a decade! Man, this school is filthy. It was well boring but as people looked at you through the windows, you feel your anger rising. Do you know why? Because they mocked you, teased you, laughed at you. Nobody likes to be teased. The people that I teased just left it. But I’m not them, I’m my own person (who has difficulty with controlling his temper). So I mouthed a few words to them and made fun of them. THINK THEY CAN MAKE FUN OF ME! Then my tutor came in to see how I was doing. He shouted at me for not being focused and doing a bad job. He WAS a volcano erupting. I loathe him like I loathe hell. Nothing was going right. I was properly humiliated in front of the school. PUNY LITTLE FREAKS!! Then he told me to scrape gum of the tables with my bare hands. At that moment I wished the glass was tinted. David Cameron was right for once, 2011 is going to be difficult. Oh well. Learn from me. ALWAYS TRY NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID THAT WILL LEAD YOU INTO DIFFUCULT PATHS! IN OTHER WORDS DON’T BE LIKE ME

 

See ya

 

Umang


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