August 8th
Dear Diary,
My sister looks beautiful while I look hideous. My sister is wearing a white strapless wedding gown, a string of Hawaiian pearls, and sequin high heels. Since my job is the flower girl I got assigned to the most frilly, flowery dress to ever be on this planet. Not only do I have to walk down the aisle looking like a fat, fluffy mashmallow I also have to throw rose petals like a seven year old. I mean I'm fourteen years I should at least have the honor of being a bridesmaid. But no! My sister makes all her best friends the bridesmaids. I feel like such a loser. Oh no the wedding is about to start. OH MAN here goes!
Later in the day
Dear Diary,
It was worse than I thought. Not only did I look like a pink snowman, but the cutest boy was there. Tony Rodginder was there! My crush since first grade. Tony Rodginder say me looking like an Italian sausage!! I mean now he's darn to ask me out if he likes people who look like Italian sausages. Jeez!!! At least he wavedto me if you could call it that. The wedding was over and we were about about to go to the reception party thing when he suddenly waved to me. Feeling a flurry in my stomach I quickly waved back. Then to my embassasment I turned around and there was Claudia. Miss part time model who's skipped like three grades. Claudia was waving here exciting hyper puppy dog wave. My stomach dropped and I trudged up the steps.
To be continued...
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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