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ОглавлениеDear Diary,
So Taylor, the girl I sit next to in class, wants to be friends. She didn’t say that, but I can just tell. It’s a problem. She’s a nice girl, doesn’t seem to be very popular, but that isn’t what’s bothering me. Being popular isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, people expect too much from you. Far better to blend in with the crowd, that way, when you do shine, people notice.
One of the popular kids was mean to Taylor in the changing rooms before hockey today. Kelly O’Neil, who always has a tan because her family go on lots of holidays, is not a nice person. She called Taylor flat-chested, which is stupid, we’re all flat-chested – we’re ten. Everyone laughed, not because it was funny, but because they’re scared of Kelly, which is also stupid. She’s just a spoilt moron. Taylor’s cheeks went all red but she did a good job of blinking away the tears in her eyes. Nana used to say that if you didn’t let the tears out of you they can turn to poison. Mum says only babies cry and that it is a sign of weakness. I think it must depend on the type of tears because I catch her crying all the time.
There are three things I’ve cried about recently, when nobody could see:
1. Nana being dead.
2. My fountain pen leaking all over Little Women.
3. Going to bed with no dinner and my tummy hurting so badly I couldn’t sleep.
Hockey was cold and boring. It started to rain halfway through but we carried on playing. The PE teacher said that a little rain never hurt anyone. She looked like she could do with some exercise herself. She said the grass on the hockey pitch was bare in places from over use and under care, so I tried not to run on the bald patches, hoping that would help. I was running for the ball on the wet grass when I slid. I stretched my hands out in front of me to break my fall and let go of my stick. It was only when I stood up afterwards that I saw what had happened. My stick had flown through the air and hit Kelly O’Neil in the face. Her nose was bleeding and everything. It was an accident, so I didn’t feel too bad about it. Nana used to say that there was no such thing as accidents and that everything happens for a reason. I don’t know what I think about that. Sometimes stuff happens when you don’t mean it and just because no one believes you, it doesn’t mean that you did it on purpose.
I just heard a plate smash downstairs. I listened on the landing for a while. Dad was yelling that it nearly hit his head. Plates don’t tend to fly through the air by themselves, so I’m guessing Mum threw it at him. They smash plates for fun in a country called Greece. I heard Kelly O’Neil telling people about that in the changing rooms before hockey. She’s been to Greece on holiday. Twice. I’ve never been abroad, but I have been to Brighton. We went there for the weekend once, me, Mum and Dad. I think they were happy then. They’re definitely not happy now. I can’t remember what Dad looks like when he smiles. Mum looks sad all the time and is bigger than she used to be. She’s started wearing leggings with stretchy waistbands instead of her jeans. Maybe that’s why Dad is so angry all the time. I did hear him say that she had let herself go, which means not looking as good as you used to and being unattractive.
I’ve closed my bedroom door but I can still hear them. I’ve got Nana’s doorstop on the bed with me now for company, seeing as it no longer has a job to do. I like the feel of it, heavy brown metal, shaped like a robin. It was one of Nana’s favourite things and now it is one of mine. The best thing about being a bird is that you can always fly away. This one can’t though, he has to stay here, with me, in our room. He can’t fly, or sing, or build a nest of his own somewhere far from here. I bet he would if he could though.
I’m going to have a big think about whether to be friends with Taylor or not. Nana always said it was good to sleep on things, which means if you think about the thing you’re worried about when you go to sleep, then you’ll dream about it and hopefully wake up with the right answer in your head. I tend to forget my dreams as soon as I’ve woken up, they’ve never shown me the answer to anything.
