Dear Diary,

Hi! As I always do when I get a new diary, I'm going to write about myself. I really love going back a few years later and reading all of the incredibly STUPID stuff that I did when I was younger! In my earliest journal, when I was like, seven or something, I actually wrote " I lov Jak Wildern"! His name's Jake, not Jak, and I still can't spell, so forget about it, future me. I'm completely unteachable.

Anyway. Jake Wildern is the BIGGEST jerk on the whole ENTIRE planet, and he TOTALLY doesn't believe in fairies. And yes, future me, I still believe in fairies. I mean, how else would you explain the way that Jessie managed to spill ALL of her milk ALL over me? Fairies. I mean it.

Oh. Yeah. Back to talking about myself.

Well... My full and legal name is Catherine Elise Mirabella Waddell, but everyone except for Mrs. Clemmings calls me Cat. She always says "Catherine!" And her voice gets bigger as she says it, and I always jump in my seat. I can't help it that I'm jumpy, can I?

Yeah. Cat. So, currently I'm sixteen years old, but my birthday's in a month and three days, so I'm TOTALLY going to buy a life size Darth Vader dummy to put in my room. Whenever Mom comes in, I'll put him on the bed and pretend to be making out with him. Ha!

...Right. Um, I guess I'll describe myself too, but I don't think that I'm really going to change all that dramatically in the next couple of years.

I'm like...8 foot tall with long, oily black hair that looks like ravens' wings, and a small pug nose.

Nah- I'm only like, 5'5'' or something, and my hair is boring brown and my eyes are boring green, although I personally think that my eyes have magical properties, and one day, when I'm least suspecting it, lasers will erupt from my pupils and I'll fry Mrs. Clemmings in the middle of one of her lectures about "Teenagers and their despicable lack of knowledge about the romantic era"

Maybe.

Back to Jake Wildern. Yesterday, I was sitting around in Physics, trying to read about Inertia, and he and his group of friends (who all play football, hockey, and baseball) start laughing really loudly at Adam Jones, because his favorite pen (the one from Russia that his uncle bought him when he was five and apparently belonged to a czar or something) exploded, and he got ink ALL over his new polo and glasses.

Then Ellie, who is Jake's current slut, started talking REALLY loudly about Adam with all of her monkey-sluts, and of course, after they got bored making fun of Adam, they turned onto me, because I am Adam's Physics partner.

They were all, "And look at Cat Waddell! I mean, I know she tries, but that skirt was SO eighties! It looks like an elephant pooped pink crap on it and left it to dry to long in the sun! And green and purple socks with orange shoes?! Yuck!"

You can see how annoyed I might've gotten.

I mean, true, I have a weird fashion sense, where I like to wear anything that doesn't match, but you don't see me going around and making fun of their silky spaghetti strap shirts and mini skirts, do you?

...Ugh.

Yeah. I hate Jake Wildern.

Sorry about not talking about myself more, but, as I always say: What is done is done! Now go shoot those aliens!

When I grow up I really want to be an alien hunter...no lies.

Oops. Mom's calling me from downstairs. Yet again, she wants me to make dinner. I've talked to her about hiring a chef or something, since I hate cooking, and Lillian's an imbecile, not to mention she doesn't trust the twins around anything hot, and Kris would probably cry when she added too much salt...but she doesn't think it's a good idea.

Silly woman...

See ya!

Love,

Cat W.

ooooo

September 17

Dear Diary,

Hey-llooooo! I'm pretty good at this whole diary writing thing! I really didn't want to write in here, but Mom grounded me from doing anything fun (because I bit Emma when she said that I sucked at Zelda...) I can't help it that I despise annoying eighth graders, can I?

Yeah. So, I flopped onto my bed, thinking about that Darth Vader dummy, and I hit my head on this diary, which just figures, doesn't it?

So, now with the bump that I'm going to get, I'll be pathetically stereotypical and boring and write about my day! Yay!

Ok. Right. I like, woke up at three am, because there was this totally WICKED thunder storm going on outside, and we all had to go into the basement, because the sky was turning green and the tornado sirens were on.

Living in Illinois, we don't get ALOT of tornado warnings, so it was completely awesome. Emma and Erin, of course, were clinging onto each other, because they hate storms and Erin's had this fear of tornados ever since she was seven and I was ten, and I was pretending that I could see into the future. Erin (being the complete ditz that she is and was) TOTALLY believed me, and I told her that she was going to die in a tornado.

Anyway, I fell asleep and woke up again around seven, when Dad and Mom left for work, and I realized that I had to get to school in forty five minutes.

Kris wasn't any help, of course. She's a senior this year (one grade above me, dratted girl!) and she had already left, because she likes to take the early class, believe it or not. My comment?

INSANE!

Right. I got to school on time, soaking wet, because although the tornado warning was off, it was pouring rain, and since we live two blocks away from the high school, I had to run there.

Anyway. I made this AWESOME dive into French, and totally slid like, five feet.

Everyone was staring at me, including Madame Banks, so I stood up, gave her a cheeky grin, and sat down in my place.

Jen, who is my 'best friend' leaned over to me and asked where I managed to find such an ugly hat.

I was kind enough to ignore her, since we've been friends since second grade when I punched a butthead who was bullying her around, and she promised that since she was just about the brains of the world, we would be good for each other. I took out my soaking French homework. I stared miserably at the soaking verbs and various leurs and vous, and decided that today was going to be a very interesting day.

I wasn't disappointed! In Euro Lit, I managed to have destroyed my essay on Alexandre Dumas, and Mrs. Clemmings (the evil alien that she is) told me I had to retype it by tomorrow, or she'd give me a big fat honking Zero.

Of course, Jake Wildern's little posse had a good laugh over that, and Jen passed me a note which said that she was sorry, but she wouldn't be able to help tutor me in physics (curses!) because she'd broken one of the rules on the contract that I made one day when I was bored.

I glanced at her, and wrote back...dammit- I'll just tape the note in here!

taped note

Cat, although I am morally against writing notes in Literature classes, I wanted you to know that I broke one of the rules on our Contract.

No kidding! Which one is it, O' Mysterious Note Writer of Mine?

Cat, you're being weird again.

...I have a 'stupid' crush.

A CRUSH?! Has my likkle Jenny--poo finally grown up?! Who? Who IS he, Jen?! Tell the Meister!

How old are you? Twelve? No.

JEN...I HAVE to know! It's part of the bff thingy! You must tell me everything, and I must not tell you anything!

You're not going to give up on this, are you? Fine. I'll tell you at lunch. Mrs. Clemmings is looking this way.

..fine.

So there you go. Naturally, I was curious. Since I'm a busybody, I REALLY wanted to know who Ice-Queen Jennifer Kline had a crush on, because usually, no mortal man would do for her picky tastes.

Yeah. Choir passed in a blur, where I think I sang something really well, and Ms. Good told me that I should audition for the school musical.

LUNCH! FINALLY!

I scooted up next to Jen (after getting some highly sketchy cheese pizza) and stared at her, grinning.

Jen blinked at me. She is a very serious person, who is too smart, and very geeky. She has these HUGE glasses that she got in fifth grade, and she always wears her long hair in a braid down her back. I don't even know how long it is...

"Do you still want me to tell you, Cat?" Jen wondered.

"Yeah, yeah!" I said eagerly, chomping into my delicious pizza. Mmm good. I wish I had pizza right now...

Oh, right!

She told me that she had a crush on- believe it or not- ADAM JONES!

"ADAM JONES?!" That was me. Screaming.

He is only the BIGGEST nerd in the history of EVAR!

"TELL HIM!" That was my second scream.

By now, just about everyone in the cafeteria was staring at me, but as usual, I cared not.

Jon sat down then, followed by Ein, and sadly handed me a large chocolate chip cookie.

"Here you go, Cat," he said mournfully. "That's the last of my school money, so I hope you're happy."

Yay! Cookie! I jumped on Jon, which is expected, and squealed something that I can't really remember about how much I love cookies, how much I love him, and how I could kiss him except for the fact that I WOULDN'T kiss him because that'd be weird.

Jon replied that he loved cookies too, and loved me as well, and would probably strangle me if I kissed him.

Ein, meanwhile, looked over at Jen, and wondered what I had been screaming about.

Jen actually blushed. I was impressed.

"Jen has a CRUSH!" I squealed, holding my precious cookie in my hands. "Isn't that ADORABLE?!"

"Who, who?" Jon wondered, mocking me. I cared not.

"A-" I began, but Jen did this AWESOME ninja move across the table, and slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Eheheh." I replied, removing Jen from me. "No one."

Ein glanced at Jen specutivly (damn, can't spell) "Do you really?"

Jen blushed again. "No." She lied.

"I see." Ein rolled his eyes.

Don't worry, Ein's not in love with Jen, because he's had this secret crush on some weird senior since FOREVER. He's never going to tell the guy either, the fool.

Right. Back to Jen.

"So, what grade is he in?" Jon wondered, sipping at this delicious slushy. I really wanted some.

"OURS!" I burst, before Jen could silence me.

"NO! I don't have a crush!" Jen snapped, blushing again.

"Yes you do!" The three of us snapped back, grinning.

I love my friends.

Um... the rest of the day was boring, except for Physics last period, when I nudged Adam Jones and told him that I knew someone who had a crush on him.

He blinked at me, and shrugged. "Ok," he said, looking away.

That was disappointing.

At home, Emma and Erin had a big fight over a bottle of lip gloss, resulting in both of them bursting into tears and running into different rooms. Kris tried to persuade Daddy to let her keep a baby frog that she found by the side of the road, and Lillian returned home from the big college she goes to in the city with a headache and lots of homework.

I laid around, and listened to music, until I decided to play Zelda.

Ok. So I DO suck at it, but Emma didn't have to insult me.

Now, I'm still in my room, but knowing Mom, she's going to make me cook dinner again... darn it...

Yup. My hand hurts like an electrocuted squirrel.

Love,

Cat

oooooo

Hello, hello! I apologize to all who were hoping for the sequel to Eagles May Soar…it still isn’t coming, alas. This story, however, is one that I started writing with my buddy, where we’d write from our own character’s POV’s while they suffer through the same plot. And hey! This DOES sorta…kinda…have a plot…

Whatever. Plots are for weaklings! Mwa ha ha ha!

Oh…another note- this Catherine isn’t the same as the Cat from Killing Off Old Man Grumpy… I just used the name… shrugs

Love on Tuesdays,

Thea Lowe