The Teenage Confessions of Olivia 'Babe' Finch

September 30, 2012
By Thornybum GOLD, Carlisle, Other
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Favorite Quote:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.


10:00 in My Room Ughh, I have just been rudely awoken by a herd of elephants, or my family as some absolute weirdoes call them. They came storming in and pulled my curtains open, bathing in the warmth of the sun, blatantly ignoring my presence. They then turned around and walked out of my room, leaving the door wide open. To be honest that is shocking; the door is only closed for my privacy. 30 minutes later I’m waiting for someone to close my door. It’s not working. Is this what they teach mothers these days, this horrendous disrespect for their children? 5 minutes later Fine! I’ll do it myself, if that is what you’re all wanting. I’ll fulfil your need for me to do something good every day, and it will help my karma, which gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside… 12:00 I might actually get up now. I have so much to do before the last splash tonight. The last splash is basically, a crappy little fair, on Silloth beach, with some freaks on acid who think walking around on stilts and juggling at the same time, wearing stripy trousers and a top hat is socially acceptable. Everyone is going, the whole gang. 30 seconds later Freddy, Scott, Liam, Heather, Ruby, Robyn, John, Chris, Matty and moi. 2 minutes later I can’t believe this is the end of the summer already. Back to school tomorrow. 10 minutes later – In The bathroom I have such a huge lurker hiding under my nose. I’m trying to squeeze it but it just hurts too much. 10 seconds later I can’t go through with this. The pain is too much. But if I stop now then they win, I must battle forward. 30 seconds later Ahh OMD, they seem to be popping up like weeds. 2 seconds later That’s something you don’t see every day, weeds pop-pop-popping. Popdiddy pop pop! 1 minute later Why does my brain do this to me? I can’t get the image of a break dancing weed out of my head! This can’t be healthy. I need food. 20 minutes later – In the Kitchen I can hear my tummy rumbling, but I’m trying to ignore it. I can’t eat anything now, if I want to get into my black dress tonight. 1 minute later Don’t get the impression I’m starving myself because I’m definitely not. It’s merely the training of the brain to make my metabolism higher. 5 minutes later To be honest with you, I’m a size ten which proves I’m not… 1 minute later Oh I give up! I’m starving. 30 minutes later I’ve had a healthy balanced meal which consisted of: • A pop tart • A packet of Wotsits • A bottle of Oasis (summer fruits) • A mars bar • Two slices of toast and apricot jam • A packet of Jelly Tots • A Tunnock’s Tea Cake • A Caramel Wafer 2 minutes later I think I might explode 10 minutes later – In the hall, on the phone to Ruby “Hia Ruhbarb” “Hia Olly the Octopus” “Stop calling me that!” “Well stop calling me Rhubarb then!” “No” Bleep… She hung up on me! The bitch! 20 minutes later Rang Heather and arranged time and place to meet tonight, as well as transport home from Silloth. Then I rang the rest of the gang to spread the word apart from Ruby, who I am officially not talking to after she hung up on me. 15:00 In my room again, in the valley of the loons, mum has gone out again with her long term boyfriend Neal, and they must have taken my sister Joanna because I can’t hear her and my brother, Alec must be out with his girlfriend, Kate, because his jazz music isn’t thudding and making the house shake. So it’s just me. What to do? Ten minutes later I’m searching for something decent to wear because I can’t decide how to do my hair. Everyone knows the outfit goes with the hair and the hair doesn’t go with the outfit. The hair is the starting point in the wardrobe world. 16:00 I’m curling my hair for extra bounciosity and sophistication. Then I’m using some Schwarzkopf powder for extreme volumosity, without me having to back comb it. 15 seconds later I don’t like backcombing it because my hair is tuggy enough anyway, but when I attempt to do my own hair without the aid of my darling sister, Joanna, it gets worse and I end up with big balls of tugs to be hacked out with a fine comb and a very unsympathetic sister. 16:30 After fifteen outfit changes and one raiding of the mother’s wardrobe, I finally decided on wearing my black sequined dress and killer heels. On top of my amazing outfit selection, I have done the best thing anyone has done since man landed on the moon; I’ve put as many layers of mascara on as I can. I’ve gone way past the point of humanely possible. This is a whole new level. 17.00 I’ve left my mother a note to say that I’m staying at Crystal’s tonight with the gang so she doesn’t have to worry about feeding me breakfast and dinner. Hah! Like she even does normally, and where I am going. But I’ve left it by the phone, in the hall, so she has no excuse not to read it. 17:45 – Starbucks All the gang were already there drinking coffee. You know the way they do in the films, when they try to act all cool and flirty, without realising they have a milk stash on their face. And these are the people I call my friends? What on earth is this sacred world coming to? 30 seconds later I kept my cool until they finally noticed I was there, and I handed Heather a tissue so she could wipe her upper lip. She gave me a look that only a bestie could recognise that says yes, thanks but you just crushed my vibe. I sent her one back saying I’m-sorry-you-feel-that-way-but-you-had-a-bloody-milk-stash-babe-I-think-you’ll forgive me. She gave me a strained smile. I take that as a “Olivia I love you”. See what did I tell you? Bestie mates always. 15 minutes later Blooming hell, the streets of Carlisle are freezing at night, and quite scary. The men that walk past keep tooting at me, whistling and eyeing me up. No, they will not get their sleezy hands anywhere near my knickers. I pretty much started running and became slightly paranoid that everyone was after me. The crew just walked behind me, at a normal pace, thinking I was insane. 40 seconds later On the organised bus to Silloth, that we all chipped in for, because public transport is full of twats and the council aren’t good enough to sort any decent wheels out. We have our tunes pumping and are all in the party mode. Eeeep it’s getting exciting now. 19.00 – On the promenade It is actually freezing. It’s only just turned September; how is this possible? Darn England and its unpredictable weather patterns, hence why I don’t trust the MET office. Well I’m telling you it’s time to turn your heating up, wear furry coats and to stuff hot rocks down your knickers. Or on second thoughts, that would just be painful. 20 minutes later We are all walking to the beach singing “This is the way to Amarillo”. Fandabadosy and a half - Lady Godiva would be proud. 19.20 – At the beach Why in the name of baby Jesus did I wear my good heels? All the stones are sticking to them. I’ll never get them clean. 20:00 – At the bandstand on the green My heels are going to be even more f*ed now that I’ve been standing for forty minutes in soil. But anyway, it’s all starting now. There is a fit new band playing, the lead singer is well lush. Mmmm maybe I could just eat him up. 10 seconds later SNAP OUT OF IT! 5 minutes later After a whole lot of head bobbing, spins, bad dancing, and air guitar, I decided it was about time for a well-earned drink. I went to sit down on a stool, in a very ladylike manner, so no one could see my lacy panties. But then guess who I see? No one other than the fittest boy to take up music; ahhhh he was so dreamy. He had dark hair that had a windswept edge to it, and eyes the colour of chocolate. I nearly died the most beautiful death, but I was interrupted by the sound of an angel. He asked if he could buy me a drink, then it dawned on me that it was me he was talking to. Not anyone else. Me. I couldn’t understand why, I mean, I’m nothing special. But it was rude to leave a boy hanging, so I attempted to reply but it came out stumbled. There goes my ice-cold reputation. I let him buy me an Iron Bru (I was surprised to see they were on sale, seeing as this is Cumbria not the highlands), and we walked to a quieter part of the sea front and sat on a really big rock. We talked about everything; I don’t know where the time went. It wasn’t until I checked my Chanel watch that I knew I was late to meet back up with the crew. He walked me to meet them, and left me with a soft yet meaningful kiss. My friends were standing and tutting about me ditching them for a boy, and wouldn’t drop it. Jeeez they can be such kill joys. 01:00 – Crystal’s house I’ll never get to sleep. I’ve had the best night of my life, I can’t let it end. But on the other hand I have school tomorrow and need all the sleep I can get. 20 minutes later Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

09.00 Monday morning – Alcatraz
Walking into school, the gang had so many questions about last night. I wasn’t budging. They are too nosey. It will only bring them grief.
Blodge - Testing for gases in the atmosphere
Fun. Our teacher had us all looking at a big fume cupboard and made us watch him relight a burning splint, by putting it into a gas that filled the cupboard. He said it was Oxygen. I had a burning question inside of me. When he asked me what my question was, I asked him if pure Oxygen could make you internally implode. He didn’t look impressed. Getting nervous now, and shaky, he said that it was quite the opposite and that without Oxygen you would die as you need it for respiration. However, he said that if you are extremely physically fit you can get high on pure Oxygen.
Half a second later
OMD that was it! I nearly fell off my seat from laughing too much.
In the Blodge corridor
I got sent out. People have no sense of humour these days.
10 seconds late
Thinking about it, it’s not that funny. Why was I even laughing?
10 minutes later
Apparently this is supposed to be a punishment, but in the next classroom I can see a sixth form class? Why are sixth formers so good looking? Do they just do it to make people feel inferior, or is it just natural? Do we get better looking as we get older? What about wrinkles?
30 seconds later
I’m seriously confused! These white washed walls must be closing in on me. I think I’m going crazy.
2 minutes later – Still in the corridor
One of the sixth formers from the AS class came outside to see if I was lost. Nothing is sacred these days. He was seriously from the valley of the fit, and smelled of lynx. I had to tell him that I got sent out because I caused excitement in the classroom, while Mr Cool was giving a demo. He just looked at me as if I was mad, which I am, and said he’d meet me later. OMD, I’m getting stalked by a total minter. Is that not creepy?
1 minute later
People in my original class are suddenly now more interested in my-talking-to-a-sixth-former than the whole blodge thing. Can you really blame them?
30 seconds later
Some of the girls have pressed their faces up against the cold glass, separating me from them, to get a better look. How pathetic. Uh-oh; Mr-Not-So-Cool has now realised that he has lost the once treasured loyalty of his students and is coming to came me.
10 seconds later
Ha! He wishes!
5 seconds later
I’m still scared though…
1 minute later
My newly found 6th form stalker gave me a hug and said he had to get back to work, leaving me vulnerable to Mr Cool’s attack.
45 seconds later
Mr Cool (yes that’s his real name) is giving me a lecture on how punishments are supposed to be horrible things, and make you think about what you have done so you truly repent your actions and don’t do it again. I just told him that if he really thinks that way then he should seriously consider wapping out people better punishments.
Break – Detention
Teachers just really don’t like me. I can’t see why. I have to sit on one of those wooden bars in the blodge classroom for the whole of break, in silence, listening to Mr Cool rant on at me. I snuck my ipod headphones during the brief laps of time he was checking his emails. Now I can bop to the song and he’ll think I’m bopping to him in agreement! Genius!
30 minutes later
Thank God the bell went; I thought I was going to die. It’s good to see the outside world; Blodge is so depressing.
Maths
BORING! Do we really need to know how to work out the circumference of a circle? Where will that really get us in our afterlife?
Lunch
School is such a time waster. I’ve barely had any time to socialise.
30 seconds later
Well, unless you count that fandango in the Blodge corridor.
The Library
The crew and I have gone on a rampage to gate-crash the book fair. Quite sad, I know, but it’s highly amusing. We took the little cards out of the books and swapped them about, and then we played Bogies in the area that had posters that had the word “QUIET”, written on the walls in big letters.
5 minutes later
I must have been laughing really loud because the head librarian came over, half way through a really bad nervy-B and chucked us out. I think she needs to seek medical advice.
2 minutes later
We just walked out of the LRC and the head teacher was walking past; it was a sickly T-junction. The head teacher saw the librarian chucking us out and asked what was going on. Like any sane person would, she put two and two together and blamed me. The head librarian got on her high horse, and rode off into the distance, with a smug grin plastered on her face.
20 minutes later – Seclusion
Why does this keep happening to me?
16:00
The final bell finally rang, and as I was walking home I bumped into the 6th former I met in the blodge corridor. He took it on himself to walk me home, which was quite dapper of him to be honest. I spent the whole time between my house and school just coming to terms with what just happened, he has the dreamiest eyes, which made my heart melt. When we got to my front door he softly stroked my cheek and pulled me closer, closed his eyes and gave me the loveliest kiss I’ve ever experienced.
16:40
But he ruined the moment by saying “I’ll see you soon babe”
10 seconds later
WTF does soon mean? It could mean anything.
5 seconds later
He’s really confused me. Do we go out?
15 seconds later
He didn’t really say. Or make any effort to make it official.
1 second later
I don’t know anything about him, other than that he is in year 12 and I am a dowdy year 10 that shouldn’t be talking to a year 12 this good looking.
3 seconds later
Maybe our age difference could be an issue. But to be fair, it’s only two years, which isn’t that bad when you think about it. It could be worse…
10 seconds later
Yeah, it does get worse! He took Biology for A Level! What was he thinking?! The insane person! Our personalities may be too different after all.
15 seconds later
I must tell him how I feel right away; I’m not beating around the bush with this.
5 seconds later
Oh, wait. I don’t have his number. Merde.
10 seconds later
Well maybe I should give him a chance after all. I mean what do I really have to lose?
20 minutes later

My dignity

My pride

My virginity

My self esteem

My individuality

My charismatic personality

My creativity

My fighting spirit

My outgoingness

My friends

My family

My faith in myself
15 minutes later
I think it’s best I go for a run to clear my head.
30 minutes later
I love running; it really lets me channel my energy into something productive.
5 minutes later
What is that smell?
Ten seconds later
I followed the smell and it lead to my shoes. At first I thought I had smelly feet, which was somewhat plausible to an extent. However it turned out I’d ran through dog poo and not noticed.
5 seconds later
That would explain why the gorgeous postman walking down the street in the opposite direction to me, was giving me a funny look.
2 seconds later
I’m so stupid.
25 minutes later
My knees are really sore from bending down to scrub my trainers. My legs just clicked.
5 minutes later
Doing some jumping jacks to increase blood flow to my knees
3 minutes later
I’m exhausted. I need a shower, I stink.
30 minutes later
All this thinking is just making me tired and giving me worry lines. I think it’s time to watch Disney’s Anastasia and go to bed.

Tuesday morning 09:00
The 6th former, whose name is still unknown to me, met me outside my front door, which is stalkerish. He’s taking it too far. I told him that he made me uncomfortable and that I was confused by his actions. He pondered for a second, and gave me a sincere apology.
Ten minutes later
He wanted to start again, so I let him. He introduced himself as George Campbell, and told me some of his interests were rugby, football and science. Turns out he’s being sponsored through the RAF to do 6th form and is joining up properly after university, providing he gets decent A Levels. He told me about his family, and his future aspirations, which all seemed quite open and honest considering we’d only just met. But I guess I’d asked for it. He kept apologising for being full on and wouldn’t stop until I punched him in his arm. I had to act like it didn’t hurt, to keep my rep up, but it really did. He has arms of steel. I wonder what he benches…
15 minutes later
Walking into school next to a 6th former I’d only just met was weird. Everyone kept staring. People are so nosey about everyone else’s social lives because they have none of their own. I felt like a celebrity, and that my private life was on show to the world. The sickly bastards for making me feel bad about walking to school with a 6th former.
5 minutes later
On the other hand, it made me feel really good about myself that all eyes were on me. Possibly not for the best of reasons, but I didn’t care. So, I went along with it and was being really flirtatious with him. I got too involved into the idea of wanting people to think I was cool that I spanked his bum as he turned around to go to registration and he gave me the biggest, most passionate kiss ever, that I didn’t notice all the other 6th formers were egging him on and all the staff members were just staring, wide eyed. It took my friends Crystal and Freddy to shout “You’re going to be late!” for me to snap back into reality.
2 minutes later
We slowly let go of each other, and my eyes were on him the whole time I was walking to my form room, which may explain why I whacked my head on the door.
16:00
The whole day I was suffering from a lack of concentration. I didn’t know where my pea sized brain had wandered off to. I was doodling on my workbooks, looking out the window, falling asleep in PE (which is really hard when you think about it), and falling off my chair. I was suddenly quiet and deep in thought, which gave my teachers the right to be concerned. They rang my mother and she was waiting outside our front door when I got home. Poor George ran away when he saw the “strange woman in a bright orange jacket standing outside” my front door. Bless him; I didn’t want him to get involved. This is between me; and her.
18:00
I’m going to be sick!
2 minutes later
She just tried to give me the sex talk! Me! Of all people, she tried to give me the sex talk. Does she think I’m incapable of understanding the human anatomy? I know I hate biology but ppffft, it’s not that hard.
1 minute later
She just assumed that I’ve been sleeping with people in public toilets, and that if I was, I’d have to tell her. I’m not telling her anything. There’s nothing to tell. And even if there was she wouldn’t be told. She called me a whore. She said I was desperate.
5 minutes later
What’s she even trying to imply anyway? That I’ll go down on a boy the first time I meet him? I’m not a slag! She angers me so much!
1 minute later
She doesn’t deserve me anymore.
30 seconds later
She’s crossed the line.
18:30
I’m running away.
2 minutes later
I’ve just ran round the corner, up the road, past Morrisons and I’m out of breath already. Stanwix is all up hill. Who said “running away” actually had to involve running? Not me. I live by my own rules.
30 minutes later
I’ve just walked round in circles 5 times. I have nowhere to go, no food, no money, 26 missed calls from my mother, 9 voicemails and 15 texts. To make it worse, it’s now started torrentially raining.
2 seconds later
This really isn’t my day. As soon as my social life starts improving, my home life hits rock bottom.
4 minutes later
I was sitting on a bench when a police car pulled up with its sirens wailing. The officer driving it asked me my name etc. He then got out the car, gave me a hug and escorted me into the back seat.
30 seconds later
Is he allowed to hug me? I don’t think that’s legal.
1 minute later
My heart started pounding when he was asking me what I doing out on my own, and started driving me to the centre of town. I stayed deadly silent for a few moments, until I realised that he wasn’t driving to any particular destination.
15 minutes later
I needed to end his small talk, because he was talking about football, how Carlisle had just made it to the premier league and Samantha Fox, which was of no interest to me. I made the executive decision to change the conversation topic to me and saw to my surprise, a glint in his eye in the rear view mirror when I clicked on that that was his game plan. I told him everything, which was probably not the best of things, but he’s getting paid to listen to me. He’s a kind of unqualified talk show host.
15 minutes later
He took me to the station, got me dry and gave me a cup of hot chocolate. He then told me my mum had been “worried sick” and had called up the station, not knowing what to do. I informed him that I am old enough to look after myself, I wasn’t an emergency, I hadn’t been out for more than 24 hours, was not a “missing person” and was therefore not a legal and decent use of the tax payers money.
10 seconds later
He laughed at me! He just said “get in the car kid”.
5 minutes later
Kid! Kid!? KID!? Did he just call me kid; really!?
2 seconds later
That’s when I fainted, hit my head on a chair, smacked it again on the concrete floor, as I fell, and within a millisecond the policeman had to call an ambulance.

Thursday morning
I woke up in a hospital bed, with mum at my side. Turns out I’d been in concussion for
37 hours, and I hadn’t noticed. Now mum knew I was ok, she went to work and left me reading a maths book so I didn’t “fall behind”. Was she serious?
16:30
I spent most of today looking at the good looking doctors. Maybe I should do medicine; I would make one sexy doctor.
16:40
Second thoughts no; you have to do science, and be really clever, and I can’t be bothered to put the effort in. That was when George turned up, with a bunch of pink flowers, a card signed by the whole school, a soft toy, a John Mayer CD and a box of chocolates. I should faint more often.
17:00
George left when my mates strolled up looking like a herd of lost sheep. They came to tell me what I was missing at school. Apparently a new student had arrived in the year above, which is always exciting. I informed them that I was to be discharged that night and would be at school the next morning.

Friday morning 09:00
What my “friends” failed to tell me was that this “new student” was from Sweden. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. All the boys, especially the 6th formers were gooing over her, asking if they could carry her books, even George’s eyes were wandering.
5 minutes later
To be honest, I don’t understand what she has that I don’t.
10 minutes later

She’s skinnier than me

She’s funnier than me

She has bigger boobs than me

She has more friends than me

She’s happier than me

She’s friendlier than me

She’s sportier than me

She’s better at flirting than me

She’s older than me

She’s got a smaller bum than me

She’s from a foreign country

She has experience
Lunch
I decided to confront George. I’m not letting this Swedish immigrant get in the way of something special.
2 seconds later
Not that I have anything against immigration, it’s just that I don’t want her to ruin my relationship with her devilish good looks and smooth charm.
30 seconds later
Hopefully George will see it as me trying to protect our relationship (if you can call it that, considering I’ve known him for a week), and not me being a judgemental b****.
16:00
I’m so upset, I don’t think I’ve ever cried this much since I watched Bambi. My heart feels like a bolt of lightning has just attacked it, and then fed it to the lions. I told him I didn’t feel comfortable with him looking maliciously at other girls, especially her. I told him that it made me feel paranoid and that I wasn’t good enough for him. I also mentioned that I envied the way she could make a person do things, and the way she had power over the whole school, a bit like a witch.
2 minutes later
He didn’t take this very well, evidently, and started shouting at me in German. I didn’t know he knew German, but he does. And you haven’t been shouted at until you’ve been shouted at in German. Once he changed back to speaking English I could briefly understand he called me a dirty whore, an evil conniving b**** and a slut. He said he couldn’t be with someone who couldn’t trust him to behave himself around other girls and then turned around to walk away.
5 minutes later
There go all my chances of happiness. I shall never come close to love again.
23:45
I can’t stop crying. I haven’t felt this bad in years. I’m watching Titanic with Winslet and Dicaprio. At least they have love, real love. At least he knew before he died that he had done everything he wanted to do, and that his death saved his spouse. It is such a romantic film.
2 minutes later
I hate it; it’s just made me cry harder. Why couldn’t he have let her jump? That would have meant that the film would have stopped then instead of carrying on. The whole story line isn’t real anyway, they never really were together. Rose and Jack didn’t exist. So it’s pretty much a historical inaccuracy, which just makes people more depressed.

Saturday 11:00
No calls, no texts, no invites out. No one wants to know me. I may just stay in my room forever and be the modern day Havisham. I wouldn’t have to ever go back to school. Or eat, or wash, or speak to anyone. I would have no contact with the outside world.
17:00
This plan had fascinated me all day, and would have continued to do so if it wasn’t for my mother who has to ruin everything. She said we were all going out, whether we liked it or not, to dinner at Adriano’s. I wasn’t in the mood. The thought of seeing one half of a pair of identical twins in a tux waiting on my every word and getting me drinks on my command, really didn’t please me. I just wanted to sit and wallow in my own pain.
20:00
It wasn’t until I noticed another guy from my school, but who had left in the summer, checking me out from three tables away that I started smiling again. It then occurred to me that being dumped by a prick opens a lot of new doors.
20:30
He had blonde hair, stubble, blue eyes and the guts to follow me to the toilet. He was there, waiting for me outside and then put his arms against the wall at an angle so I was trapped. He just stared at me, grabbed my blackberry from my hand and typed in his BB pin to BBM, while I stood there gormless. He smelled really nice though.

Sunday 10:00
I must have been fairly drunk last night however I seem to have a date with a Christian Lord. He kept me up all night talking to me about his past, his family, his cancer scare, and that this girl chucked him over the phone that he’d been going out with for nearly two years. He said he wanted to be a big part of my life and that he wanted to see more of me. I decided to not tell my mum about it, just till I decided the time was right. Or my brother, that would be bad. He’s three and bit years older than me. That would sound bad if we don’t start it properly. So telling people now isn’t the best way forward.
30 minutes later
He’s picking me up around the corner so my brother doesn’t see. Mum is out with my sister so it’s just him. I’ve said I’m meeting Heather. This could go really badly wrong, but fingers crossed that it doesn’t. His car is filled with McDonalds, Subway, and KFC wrappers. It’s a wonder he’s so skinny, since he eats like a fat man.
2 hours later
He had to go to the bank so he parked in Bitts Park and we had a romantic stroll by the river. He said he is training to be a teacher but his main goal was to be a rugby player for the Blacks in New Zealand. We walked back to his little blue car he nicknamed Lizzy, and I was trying to find a hole in his list of activities he turned around to face me and said “Yeah, I haven’t done this..” and went in for the kill. At the time it was quite impressive but when you think about it he is still as sleezy as the rest of the 6 billion that live on Earth.
20 minutes later
He gave me a lift home and we drove past my brother, who was driving to the tip. It was so close, if he had been looking, he would’ve seen but he hadn’t noticed. The retard! Christian placed on of his hands gently on my leg and the other on my cheek, and kissed me again. He then drove away in his little blue car, with my phone that I had left in the front seat.
03:00
I was interrupted from my beauty sleep by a loud annoying sound coming from my window.
3 minutes later
I used all my energy to get myself out of bed and open my blind. It was Christian throwing pebbles at my window, attempting to whisper my name. But he failed miserably and was shouting “Olivia” really loudly. And considering all my neighbours are generally above the age of sixty five, I’m shocked they didn’t hear him. However, that may be the fact they are death taking effect.
30 seconds later
He can ring Autoglass for my window. There is a nice big crack running diagonally through the centre. He can pay for it as well. Mum will not be happy.
10 minutes later
It may be the lack of sleep making me hallucinate though.
20 seconds later
It took him till now to stroll up with my phone, in a taxi and drunk. He fell over on the pavement and was lucky not to hurt himself. I’m so glad he didn’t wake up mum, as it would have led to more questions.
2 seconds later
He started singing to me in Italian and wouldn’t leave until he finished giving me a one man show of Vincenzo Bellini’s I Capuleti e i Montecchi. Whatever happened to Wagner?
2 minutes later
When he had finally finished the 3 hour opera in the space of half an hour, he jumped back in his taxi and I got to jump back into bed, after locking the front door again, putting my phone back on charge and replaying the opera in my head, and feeling pretty impressed that he actually got any notes out, considering how drunk he was.
30 minutes later
My final thoughts that night were about his taxi meter, how expensive his bill must have been and that it may have been better to get one taxi to mine, pay for that one and then get me to ring another one after he’d finished his opera, saving him a fortune and me from hypothermia, instead of letting the taxi driver just sit there and kip off on the job.
2 seconds later
Best not tell him.

Monday 09:00
I walked to school with a smile on my face. I figured that after having the most dramatic week in my life so far, things can only get better.
16:00
Boy was I wrong. The Swedish girl, Josefin Anderberg, and my ex-6thform stalker walked past, giving me daggers, with his hand up the back of her shirt. They then stopped right in front of me and started rubbing noses like intuits do to keep warm. He then picked her up, spun her round like a just-married couple do, and kissed her while looking at me. It’s like he can stare into my soul. He gave me the shudders. He also made me feel sick. I hate PDAs. I shall write to the government appealing for them to be legally illegal.
20:00
My mum was so engrossed with her bills to talk to me, my sister was too interested in watching Jeremy Kyle (or Jezza K as she calls him), and my brother was out again so it was just me, again. This is just perfect. My family is too busy to even acknowledge my existence. This is just the cherry on top of a really shitty day. I made myself some beans on toast and went upstairs to my room to play Farm Town on Facebook.
23:00
I’ve gone up 7 levels, extended my farm by twice its original size, and unlocked 6 new seeds to plant. I also have 12 new friend requests because I keep hiring people for my farm. The people on Farm Town appreciate me, unlike my family.

Monday - 07:00
Farm Town is so addictive. I’ve been playing on it all night, and been kept stimulated by 36 cups of coffee and 10 red bulls.
Student services 10:00
I just threw up in the toilet, after jumping around on the trampoline and running out of PE with my hand covering my mouth. The receptionist was a right b**** and wouldn’t let me have a glass of water in case it upset my tummy more. What a douche. She wouldn’t even hold my hair up for me.
10:45
My PE teacher just gave me a lecture on how not to use the internet and how the youth of today don’t do enough exercise, so she made me do 40 sit-ups, 20 squat thrusts, 50 press-ups and the bleep test as punishment for the whole of my generation “not doing enough exercise.” Who does she think she is; the head of the MOD? She needs to get over herself.
11:45 – PE Corridor Toilets
After having the workout from hell, I felt the urgent need to chunder again, so I ran out of my math class to the nearest toilet, bumping into someone as I ran. I didn’t get a clear view of them but they must have realized my urgency because they held the door open for me. Ughh why am I so ill? Being sick in the toilet just makes me feel sicker than I already am.
12:30
The person I had bumped into was still outside the door when I got out. Turns out he was the captain of the school rugby team and head boy. He was dead roidy and really tall. He didn’t smell sweaty though, he smelled really clean. He was wearing a red Ralph Lauren polo shirt, slim fit jeans, white plimsoles and a genuine smile. He handed me a bottle of water and a tablet and told me, still smiling, that it would make me better. He sat with me at lunch just to make sure I had finished throwing up, and walked me to my next class when the last bell rang. He waited with me till my teacher came to unlock the door and let us in. He left after giving me a hug and telling me he wanted to see me again. Ahh he is gorgeous, with his dark hair and dark eyes. He really is a heart throb. I’m seeing him again tomorrow when I know I’m not contagious.
English 13:05
Everyone was asking me questions in English, and a lot of the girls were talking about me behind my back, calling me a slag because they think they have the right to decide who I can and can’t be with, when it is deemed acceptable to move on from people and that I sleep around. I decided I wasn’t having this so I got up and chucked a ruler at the girl who was leading the bitching sesh. She then chucked a dictionary at me, so I retaliated with picking up my chair, and I was just about to throw it when my teacher yanked it from me and sent me to the fridge room where you are meant to cool down a hot temper. I could accept that but she sent the b**** along with me, Pippa Jennings, the biggest b**** in school, with a mouth on her the size of the Clyde Tunnel.
The Fridge Room
Pippa is so annoying, she kept going on about her ex-boyfriend and how she couldn’t pull anyone else, but she was so desperate. Why was she telling me this? She then had the cheek to ask me where she could find some easy targets. Was she serious? I laughed. She looked as if she was going to kill me. OMD she really was serious. She was waiting for an answer. I love how I’m suddenly a guru for sex when I have no experience, but I didn’t want to let that on, so I said she may find some good talent looking in the Yellow Pages.
Ten seconds later
She slapped me. Hahaha, it really was worth it though. The look on her face was priceless!
16:00
I’ve been sent home knowing that I have to attend a weeks’ worth of anger management classes, to help prevent situations like this occurring again. Anger management? I’m not an angry person.
16:30
I arrived home to find my sister lying on my bed, listening to my iTunes account. I then dragged her off my bed, like the demon from Paranormal Activity and she fell off with a loud thud. She stumbled to her feet, rubbing her back, which lifted up her top and revealed a purple bruise. I slammed the door on her and squealed in her ear that I didn’t want to see her again.
10 minutes later
On second thoughts, maybe they’d be useful.
17:00
Just checking my Facebook homepage and the first thing I see is “Christian Lord is in a relationship with Melody Hearts”. So much for “I want to be a big part of your life”, as he said he wanted to be. He is just like the rest of them! I’m so angry with him! He didn’t call me when he said he would, he didn’t meet up with me when he said he would and he didn’t try; he just stopped talking. Well if that’s how he’s playing it, I’m deleting him from my life.
17:30
Deleting all my texts from him, all my Facebook messages from him, and my BBM conversations as well as deleting him as a contact. He is no longer allowed to speak to me and I will no longer be speaking to him. I don’t care about him anymore.
18:00
I’m looking at this Melody’s profile to see what makes her so special. I don’t see what he sees in her. But I don’t care so it doesn’t matter.
18:10
Going on a run because being stuck in the house is doing nothing for me and I’m so close to ringing Christian and giving him a piece of my mind.
19:00
After having a shower, a run and dialing Christian then hanging up before he answered 29 times, I have realized how little I care about him.

Tuesday 09.00
The sixth former I met yesterday kept his promise and did see me. He met me outside my registration room to check if I was feeling any better. Once he had the verification that I was still alive he told me he was taking me for lunch.
French
The best lesson I legally have to attend. To make things better, I’m signing up for the French exchange for this march. It shall broaden my horizons and give me a cultural experience I shall never forget. And I can eat a lot of the nice food they have in France.
10 seconds later
For example, baguettes, croissants, escargots, pain au chocolat, French toast, veal, frogs legs, pate and cheese.
1 minute later
Maybe not the escargots, the thought of eating snails doesn’t really appeal to me as much as it may do to a French person.
2 minutes later
The same for frogs’ legs; it’s disgusting. Where do they find their food; in a pond? I don’t like the idea of eating animals that haven’t had a chance in life or aren’t raised to be eaten. Pate makes me feel sick because they force feed geese to make their stomachs swell and then they eat them, and use the fat around the stomach to make it into goose pate. Veal is just sad and I’m pretty sure they eat horse too.
5 minutes later
All this talk about food is really putting me off my lunch. I may become a vegetarian. I can’t eat meat again. I must start a protest on better farming conditions and animal rights.
Lunch
My new sixth form friend met me in the foyer, asked me how my day had been, kissed me on my cheek and walked me to his car that was parked near the bottom field. He said his name was Thomas Smith but I should call him Tom. I knew I shouldn’t be off site but I wasn’t going to argue.
15 minutes later
We ended up at the Kingstown McDonalds and I nearly died. I had to explain to him that I was a newly found vegetarian and I couldn’t eat here anymore. I felt really sick and had suddenly lost my appetite. He said it was an admirable thing to do, being a vegetarian, and he didn’t think any less of me. I asked if we could go to my house, as it was just around the corner, and I would cook some pasta or something. So he started his car up again and we drove to my house. I couldn’t believe he of all people was at my house. He was way out of my league. I didn’t deserve him.
5 minutes later
In the heat of it all, I forgot about the pan of boiling water and pasta on the hob, and gazed at him playing with John Mayer (my hamster), in the other room, when I turned around and burnt my hand on the pot, letting out a deafening scream. Tom dropped John Mayer and ran to my rescue; he turned off the heat and ran my hand under the cold tap. When my hand had been seen to, he stroked my hair, pulled me closer, looked into my eyes and whispered that he shouldn’t have left me on my own. He looked really upset. I smiled and he smiled back. I had butterflies, and he took the opportunity to give me a soft kiss on my mouth, I kissed him back. We cuddled on the sofa, eating pasta and pesto, while watching Jeremy Kyle. Our legs intertwined on the footstool, and our arms wrapped around each other’s warm bodies. It was then when he asked me if I would officially go out with him and I told him I’d be delighted to be his girlfriend. He then kissed me again, this time more passionately. Then after washing the dishes, he said we had better be heading back to school.
25 minutes later – walking in late to Physics
I gave my teacher the excuse I’d just had a music lesson and I sat down humbly to my designated seat. She explained that the class was struggling with a hard equation, and that is all I had missed during the time I was in the car with Tom. I thought about it, raised my hand and said don’t you just divide it by four? Everyone else gawped in amazement, at my splendor mathematic skills. They were coughing “GEEK” under their breath, and I modestly denied the allegations of me being a geek. However my skills failed me when I multiplied 40 and 80 to get 32. Its 3200, so I was a bit out.
15 minutes later
But I was the only one who could answer the question, so they should be thanking me instead of mocking me. I missed half the lesson and still understood. I felt like God. Well I did until Heather whispered “you don’t do music lessons” during a practical. Way to ruin my mood.
On my way to History
Tom met me outside Physics, how sweet. And we kissed outside the science block. We held hands as we walked to History. We walked past George and Miss Sweden and he looked really shocked, like I couldn’t pull anyone else. So he shot me daggers while fiddling with her hair. Tom isn’t a rebound, I really like him. And he knows that. I’ve told him about everything.
History
“The Prague Spring which lead to a thaw in the Cold War”; I’ve realized I don’t appreciate History as much as some other people do.
Home time
Tom was waiting outside for me. He said he had a twilight that he couldn’t miss but if I waited for an hour after school he’d drive me home. I said I’d meet him in the 6th form car park.
30 seconds later
What do I do for an hour?
10 seconds later
I’d go to a PE club but I don’t want to chunder again. It’s not attractive.
1 minute later
I’m banned from the library so I can’t go there
10 minutes later
After circling the school God how many times, I ended up sitting in the Chinese gardens behind the school playing field, admiring the evening sky. Id very nearly nodded off when no one other than George aka Mr.-I-like-Swedish-girls-better-than-you startled me by shouting “Olivia” really loudly into my ear. I jumped. He chuckled then chuckled to himself, so I slapped him across his gorgeous face and walked away. I guess no one had ever done that to him before because he looked incredibly shocked. He must have not been expecting that response. On the upside, it felt good.
5 minutes later
He caught up with me and it was then that I knew my plan had failed. I didn’t want to speak to him. He had broken my heart in two, and it had taken Tom to glue it back together. I didn’t want to mess it up again. I just didn’t want to ever see him again, but we were both there, just staring into each other’s eyes. I didn’t want to feel anything for him other than hate, but I couldn’t help feeling something else. I tried to ignore it. But he just looked so lovely.
10 minutes later
It then started to trickle with rain, but my gut instinct said it would soon turn into heavier showers. George, being George, gave me his jacket which smelled just like him, making it harder for me to avoid the temptation of betraying Tom.
30 seconds later
It was George who broke the silence. He said that I looked beautiful and he was wrong to have broken things off so harshly with me, which is true, he was wrong, I am amazing. But there is a time and a place and it’s not now. I am happy with Tom. We shall remain in happiness until I decide it is time to stop. And as I do not want to feel unhappy, we shall continue in this happy period for a very long time.
10 seconds later
George stopped my trail of thought when he stopped me by gently grabbing my hand, stroking my right cheek and pulling me closer. I was inhaling the wondrous scent of his aftershave, and we were just about to kiss when I heard Tom shouting profanity. Tom immediately pounced on George and they scrambled for some time as I stood and gawped like a goldfish. George stood up first, covered in mud, and said in the most humble of ways “Look mate, this is stupid. I’m sorry.”
2 minutes later
George gave Tom a hand up from the floor, but Tom did that thing where you drag them back to the ground. George landed with a sharp thud and Tom said “that’s for getting with my girlfriend.” He then gathered the strength to stand up, struggled to walk with a limp in his stride till he got to me, looked at me straight in the eyes and said “You b****! I’d expect this sort of behavior from him but not from you! Grow up! We’re over; I can’t be with someone I can’t trust!”
30 seconds later
Tom walked away into the stormy weather and I was left crying into the mud with a strange feeling of déjà vu. I’d just ruined things with the sweetest boy in the world, now I deserved nothing.



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Thornybum GOLD said...
on Oct. 14 2012 at 5:35 pm
Thornybum GOLD, Carlisle, Other
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Favorite Quote:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

Thanks. not sure if it's finished yet though! :)

LOVERR said...
on Oct. 14 2012 at 3:29 am
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AWESOME :) :) :) :) 




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