Alika (rikki_t_tavi) wrote,
Alika
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Christopher and Samantha

Dear Dairy,
Did I tell you about the crush I have on the boy Chris? Oh my, I think he likes me too! He actually looked my way today! And then he asked me for a pencil! I am so happy!



Dear Diary,
Ok, I know it’s pretty weird for a guy to write in a journal, but I HAVE to write about this weird girl in my class. Her name is Samantha, and she keeps staring at me. As soon as I look at her, she looks away. And today, when I asked her for a pencil. She turned red and stood there staring at me for a couple of minutes. I finally said that it’s ok, and left. But then in the middle of the class, she passed by me, and stuck a pencil in my palm. It hurt! When I tried to smile at her she turned away, and started running back, but tripped over someone’s foot. Everyone started snickering, and the teacher asked her whether she was going to sharpen her pencil or not. She just ran back to her seat. Talk about weird.



Dear Diary,
What do you think it means when a guy doesn’t give you back a pencil you let him borrow? He likes you! Chris likes me! He hasn’t given my pencil back for almost a week! And today at English, he kept looking at me when I was reading my speech in front of the class. Though it did make me mess up real badly, but who cares! He has a crush on me! I know it!



Dear Diary,
She has a crush on me. I know it. Why can’t she just act normal? Jeez, how immature! Today, when she was making her speech, I looked at her just to be nice. I know how it is when no one is paying attention at you when you’re talking. But what does she do? Mess up! REAL badly! When she was supposed to say, “So I think everyone has the freedom of speech,” she said, “everyone think I has freedom so speech of,” Ugh. I kind of feel bad for her. Everyone laughed, but she ignored them. She kept looking at me forehead, and it felt like she was trying to look a hole in it. Now I feel so bad, I can’t even tell her that I lost the pencil she gave me. I wish it were Friday.



Dear Diary,
He loves me! He does! Seriously. Today, in the morning, I found a little heart scrapped on one of the cafeteria tables. It had an S, the plus sign, and a C. Samantha and Christopher! But he is starting to ignore me now. Maybe he’s shy or something. I should make him jealous. And I know how, too. There’s this boy, named Max, and he likes me. So if Chris sees me with Max, he will get jealous. Good plan. Now, it’s time to put it into action.



Dear Diary,
Ok, well, I have to tell you this, though this is not related to Samantha. My best friend, Simon, has a crush on this girl, Clara. He even scraped a little heart on one of the cafeteria tables. It has an S, the plus sign, and a C. Simon and Clara! Later on, Clara came up to him, and told him that she found the heart, and that she had a crush on him since first grade. Lucky them. I just wish Samantha would be more like Clara. Open, and outgoing… and somewhere far away from me.



Dear Diary,
I wasn’t at school yesterday. Had a doctor’s appointment. So I couldn’t see Max or Chris. No, wait wrong order. Chris, and Max. Not to worry, tomorrow, I’ll make Chris jealous for sure.



Dear Diary,
Samantha wasn’t at school today. Thank god. It’s so peaceful, without her constant stares. I bought her a new pencil. It has hearts all over it. What can I say, Valentine’s Day is coming up, and it’s all they had in the stores.



Dear Diary,
Chris did something to day. It proves that he likes me. He gave me a pencil with…. Ready? HEARTS!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess I’ll have to forget about Max. Chris is not ignoring me after all.



Dear Diary,
Shouldn’t have given her the pencil, shouldn’t have given her the pencil, shouldn’t have given her the pencil, shouldn’t have given her the pencil, shouldn’t have given her the pencil, shouldn’t have given her the pencil! When I came up to her and explained that I lost the other one, she started staring at me again. I mumbled something, and gave her the pencil, her hand touched mine, and then she looked like she was about to faint. She went as white as a sheet of paper, and her hand started shaking. The pencil fell out, and rolled under the teacher’s desk. I bent down to pick it up, but when I turned, she wasn’t there. I looked around, and noticed that she was peeking at me from behind the classroom door. I left the pencil on her desk, and went back to my seat.



Dear Diary,
Chris has a special name for me now! He calls me Sam! Sam! Not Samantha, not Samantha Crane, but Sam! Ok, so it all happened at lunch. I was reading a book, when I noticed a ball roll under my bench. Suddenly, I heard Chris yell “Sam!” When I looked up, he was weaving his arms. I picked up the ball, and waited for him to come and get it. But he just stood there, holding his hands in front of him. Like he was waiting for something. He probably just wanted to look at me for a while. Then he slowly started coming up to me. Then he ran the rest of the way. He was three feet away from me, and stretched his hands in front of him again. What was he waiting for? A hug? I stood up, but then the bell rang. I looked away for a second, and suddenly felt him pull the ball from me. When I looked back, I saw him run as fast as his legs could carry him towards the gym.



Dear Diary,
What the heck is wrong with that girl??? My heart stopped when I saw that Simon’s basketball was rolling under her bench. I thought I would just have to talk to her. Turned out worse. I called her name so she would pass me the ball. What did she do? Stood there, holding the basketball, and guess what else… Yeah, staring at me. Maybe she wanted me to come up to her, I thought. So I ran to her, and kept waiting for the ball. Samantha just kept staring at me. Then the bell rang. Talk about being saved by the bell! She looked away, and I, taking my chance, grabbed the basketball, and ran way before she could look back. I don’t want to ever go back to school again.



Dear Diary,
Chris better ask me to the dance or else I’m going to use Max. Which is not very nice… but who cares! I have to get him to ask me. He smiled at me today again. I was looking at him for half an hour at least! How slow! Then, he looked my way, and smiled. Who cares if his smile looked half-hearted? One, he smiled, two, he smiled at me, and three, he didn’t smile at anyone else. Clara came up to me, and gave me a few clues about him taking me to the Valentine Dance. Though she pretended to look quite upset, she still told me that Chris was going to ask a certain girl this Monday. Also, that it’s not who I expect it to be. She probably thought I didn’t even suspect it. And when I see Chris on Monday, Clara told me that I might have a heart attack. Of course, that part she got right. I would be so, so, so happy! Well, maybe not happy enough to have a heart attack.



Dear Diary,
Clara took on the role of telling Samantha that I’m going to ask Marina to the dance. Though she didn’t tell us what she told Samantha, she did say that she had to tell her, because she was sure that Sam has a crush on me. By the way, I’m very far from doubting it myself. But after school, Simon managed to sweet-talk Clara into telling us what she told Samantha. Clara said that she gave her a few clues. One was that I was taking a certain girl to the dance. A.K.A. Marina. The second was that it wasn’t who Samantha expected it to be. Clara explained that she was sure that Sam thought I would be taking HER to the dance. And the third was that she might have a heart attack on Monday. When we asked why, Clara told us that I was going to tell Samantha the truth. “I am?” I asked. Clara nodded matter-of-factly. Ugh. I so don’t want to do it.


Dear Diary,
I just did the worst thing in the world. I asked Samantha to the Valentine dance. I can’t believe it! All right, so, today they were selling heart-shaped mask in the cafeteria. Only girls bought them though. I was running late, and barely made it before the bell. On the first brake, I phoned Marina on my cell phone, asking her whether she had a mask on. She said yes. Then I asked what she was wearing, so I could find her. When she asked why, I told her I had something to tell her. She then said that she was wearing a blue dress and pink flip-flops. So on the next break I started looking for her. Finally, I found the blue dress. I ran up to Marina and asked her whether she will go to the dance with me. She didn’t reply. I looked down, and with horror realized that she was wearing yellow shoes, not pink flip-flops! I looked up again, and found myself staring into the blue eyes of Samantha! My jaw must have been somewhere near the floor. Finally she nodded slowly. The bell rang. When I was walking to my class, I bumped into Marina, who asked me whether I had trouble finding her. I stared dumbly at her dress. She scoffed and left. God help me.


Dear Diary,
Too happy was I yesterday to write. But today I’m better. Guess what my and Chris’ love called? True love. Can you imagine, he found ME and asked me to the dance, even though I was wearing a mask. He first asked me, and then looked down. He was probably a little shy. Then he looked into my eyes, and his mouth opened. My heavenly beauty probably shocked him. I said yes. When he was walking away, it was like he was walking in a trance. I think he can’t believe that I said yes. He is such a sweetie. I’m starting to plan my wedding dress.


Dear Diary,
I’m starting to plan my funeral. When Marina, Clara, and Simon find out that I have asked Sam to the dance, they will send me packing right in my coffin. Today, once the bell rang, I would gallop through the back door, and get to my next class the same way. At math, Simon asked me whether I asked Marina, and I pretended not to hear him. He didn’t repeat it.


Dear Diary,
Dance tomorrow. I’m going to wear purple, silk shoes with a red heel, and a long purple gown. My outfit does everything. It makes me taller, so Chris can see my beautiful eyes better, it makes me look thinner, so he won’t think I’m fat, and it has poofed, big sleeves, so he won’t think that I’m wearing a sleeping gown. How does that song go…my funny valentine, sweet comic valentine, you make me smile with my heart, your looks are laughable, unphotographable… I think this song is, like, made for me. Chris better know this song, so when we are outside in the garden, and I start humming it, he would start singing it. For some strange reason, Chris grabs his head every time he sees me. My heavenly beauty can’t be that shocking…


Dear Diary,
Every time I see Sam today, a grab my head and start thinking about the dance. Maybe I can pretend I got sick tomorrow. Maybe I can eat too many hamburgers and get stomach flu or something. Or I can jump in a taxi in the morning and go to my aunt’s house in the country. Maybe I can go to Sam’s house, tie her up, gag her, and hide her in an old warehouse, and in a couple of days, just ‘happen’ to find her. Or maybe leave her there forever. Go to prison, because she will starve to death. Learn martial arts from a prisoner in the cell next to me. Escape the dreaded place, and find 90 million dollars. Have operations to change my face. Get a new identity. Find Marina; invite her to a dance I will have at my mansion, and there tell her everything that happened to me. Marina will definitely think of something. If she won’t, it will be her turn in the warehouse… My God, what in the world am I saying?


Dear Diary,
I’m writing this in the evening, right before the dance. In a couple of minutes Chris should show up and take me to school. I thought up of a new thing he Should Better Do. And that’s to kiss me. He’s like, my unofficial boyfriend… wait a minute! I should call all my friends and tell them a have a boyfriend.


Dear Diary,
What in the world am I going to do??? I’m like, the unofficial boyfriend of Sam’s! I just don’t understand how that could happen! First, there’s no one in the class with a spare pencil so I have to ask Samantha, then when I lose the pencil she gave me, it turns out there are no pencils in the store except ones with hearts on them. Then everyone is wearing masks, and out of all people to mix up with Marina, it had to be Sam! Is there that horrible word that begins with F involved? Fate? Ow. I just slapped myself. But it is absurd to think that it’s Fate. Just a bunch of stupid coincidences, topped with a stupid girl, that’s all. Of course, that’s it… All right, I’m going to take her to the dance. Period.


Dear Diary,
Saturday morning, the day after the dance. Chris is a pig.


Dear Diary,
Saturday morning, the day after the dance. Sam is a cow.


Dear Diary,
Fine. I’ll tell. He DIDN’T KISS ME. HE IS A PIG.


Dear Diary,
Ok, I’ll write. Sam TOLD LIES! SHE IS A FAT COW!


Dear Diary,
He’s not a pig. He is a FAT PIG!


Dear Diary,
COW!


Dear Diary,
PIG!


Dear Diary,
All right, yesterday, when I rang the doorbell of her house, I saw Sam staring at me through the window. I smiled, but she just shut the curtains. I waited, and waited, until I heard the light tapping of heels behind me. I turned around, and saw Sam trying to hide in the bushes. She stopped suddenly, turned towards me, and stared. And the night is ruined.
When we arrived to school, there was a slow song playing. I just opened my mouth to invite Sam, when I saw that she was sitting at one of the tables, eating crackers, and staring at me. Not a bit sad that the first dance didn’t go to Sam, I invited Clara, because Simon was too busy trying to win a stuffed penguin for her at the arcades. Boy, Simon is so lucky. Clara is so easy-going and kind. She talked with me, laughed and joked. And unlike Samantha, she is pretty. Not as pretty as Marina though. I asked Clara whether she had seen her, and Clara shook her head. She told me that one of Marina’s girl friends said that she didn’t come to the phone because she seemed to be in a bad mood. There were heart-breaking sobs in the background. How horrible I felt! She was probably upset because I never asked her! The song ended, and I went to check up on my ‘date’. The punch bowl was empty, and every plate with food was too. Now Sam was eating nachos with cheese. I hoped I didn’t have to come next to her. I hate nachos and cheese.
8 slow songs passed. I was amazed at the number of girls who wanted to dance with me. What is wrong with them?
Then the D.J. announced that it was the last song. All girls picked up their skirts and ran to their dates. My heart cooled down. Simon won a penguin. Two meters tall. So Clara was taken. Marina wasn’t here, and suddenly there were no girls left. Except Sam. I turned around to look at the tables. But she wasn’t there. Someone burped behind me. I turned around, and saw Sam, her face as red as that plate of apples she munched down. She shouldn’t have ate so much. I sighed and put my hands on her waist. And even though her arms stayed on her mouth throughout the song, and she reclined back so heavily, I had to pull her up with all my strength, she was quite a good dancer. Never stepped on my toes. I looked at the D.J. and saw that one of Sam’s friends was whispering something to him. The D.J. nodded. The music went down, and he said. “Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight big Kiss of the Valentines, we have chosen… Chris and Samantha!”
A giant beam of light shot at us. My heart went up to the region of my throat, and I felt that soon it would have to be Sam holding me up. Suddenly, the whole place was chanting, “Kiss, Kiss, Kiss!” Sam finally put her hands down, and froze in place. So it was I who was supposed to lean forward and kiss her! But when she removed her hands, the smell of nachos and cheese, cut my nose like a knife. I stood there, almost gagging. Two minutes passed, and I still didn’t kiss her. And then, somewhere from the corner, Sam’s friend yelled, “Oh, C’mon! You’re her boyfriend!”
Everyone let out a little gasp, and this time every single pair of eyes, were fixed on me. Including Sam’s. Rage overfilling me, I looked at her. Her head pulled inside her shoulders. She told everyone I was her boyfriend! I pushed her away, and ran out of the school. My watch beeped. Nine o’clock. I ran to Marina’s house and started yelling her name. Finally, the light turned on in her room, and she poked out. But before I could say anything, I saw a giant basketball hurled at me. It hit me in the stomach, and I fell down. The light went out.
Back home, I took a long shower, scrubbing away any nacho smell, brushed my teethe twice, and dipped my hands in boiling water, to kill any Sam Germs. My hands are now dark crimson. And my head is probably too. When my mother saw the boiling water and my hands together she cracked my head real hard.
Sam is still a cow.


Dear Diary.
Here’s a simple question. Who is the worst swine of them all? Chris is! That…that… pig! All I ask of him is one little kiss! And what doe he do? First he trades me for that pretty face, Clara. Then he ignores me. I had to take action! At the last dance, seeing that he wasn’t going to dance with me, I had to come up to him myself. And that little piggy couldn’t even stay next to me! He pushed himself back 6 feet away, and was practically dropping me! Then, all he had to do was kiss me! Its not like I had poison in my mouth! But all he did was stare at me. Fortunately, my friend helped out by yelling out that he was my boyfriend. Um, hello! I wanted to tell him to take some responsibility. Jeez. What a loooooser. If you think I was feeling horrible then, can you imagine how embarrassed I was when he pushed me to the floor and ran out??? Everyone was looking at me! Can you imagine the embarrassment! And then a couple of these really mean girls asked me why I ate ALL of the food at the food stand! Imagine that! And I didn’t even eat half of it! I only ate the vegetables, fruits, cakes, cookies, nachos, salads, crackers, bread sticks and stuff like that! They ignored the fact that I left a whole box of cereal for them! It was only a little wet from lying near the sprinklers all day, and only a little squashed because a couple… of dozens cars ran over it. And it was just a little dirty because I accidentally left the box open. Why was it there in the first place? Well, they asked me to bring something for the dance food stand! Is it my fault that when I was crossing the road, I saw Chris and the box somehow fell out of my hands, and I have been eating out of it while I walked, and I forgot to pick it up? No, it is not my fault! Now good night to you, and a horrible night to Christ the Little Piggy. Hm.


Dear Diary,
Girls love flowers, right? Well, today I had a brilliant idea of sending Marina a bouquet of flowers. Roses. I went to the flower shop today, and picked out the best roses. Then I wrote a little card for her. Only I accidentally wrote MY initials o the line where I was supposed to write Marina’s initials. But it’s okay, I think she’ll understand. She knows me pretty well, and she knows that sometimes I do stupid things like that. Then when I was writing the number of her house, my hand was shaking a little, so the 100 kinda looks like a 200. Then I caught this boy walking down the street (he’s from my school) and asked him to deliver the flowers. I paid him $5 to do it, but he refused, and asked for the stick of gum hanging from my pocket. I agreed, and for the five dollars that I saved, I bough a little present for Marina: a pen with pink fur and green rhinestones covering it. Pink and green are Marina’s favorite colors. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I’m going to Simon’s house, so I won’t be writing tomorrow. After all, I can’t get my best friend to see that I’m writing in a girly diary.


Dear Diary,
I’m at my friend house today. I left yesterday (Saturday) evening. I haven’t been home for sooooo long! Luckily I had enough brains to take you with me so I could write. We have to go to bed now. For some strange reason I gained 10 pounds after the dance, and I have been having nonstop stomachaches. That’s just so weird. Probably because of Chris. I don’t know why, but it’s his fault. Everything’s is Chris’s fault. If there was no Chris, the Earth would be Heaven.


Dear Diary,
The strangest thing happened at school today. Marina is still mad at me (didn’t she get the flowers???) but Sam is drooling all over me. She had been following me around the school the entire day today, probably thinking I didn’t notice. She even tried to enter the boys locker room, but I shut the door in her nose. Literally. Then I heard her yelling. “Ow, ow, ow!” and someone yelling, “Hey, her nose is bleeding!”
I ran across the locker room, and out through the back door, too late to realize that I jumped in the gym, right in the middle of the cheerleader’s practice. About 40 super-cute, super-blond, super-popular, super-sporty girls all looked at me. They looked like fairy clones, in their green and purple outfits, with glittering eyes and lips and nails, and yellow pompons that looked like cuddly creature-sidekicks. My mouth dropped open. I thought they were going to bury me in their pompons and shower me with glitter. At least, that was the look in their eyes. Seriously. Then the cheerleader coach person came out and roared at me to get out. Fairy clone hogger. I dashed out of there in no time.
What in the world happened? It’s like Sam is the one who got the flowers, not Marina!


Dear Diary,
That cute little boyfriend of mine sent me roses! Can you imagine! In the little card, he wrote To: C.S.! To Crane Samantha! And then From: M.C.! From M. Chris! I’m not sure what his last name is, but it obviously begins with an M. I watered the rose with my mother’s most expensive perfume. Strangely, they died. And what’s even stranger is that my mother screamed at me for wasting her perfume. I didn’t waste it! If I hadn’t watered my rose with it, they wouldn’t smell so good now even though they are dead! I mean it’s not like I killed them or anything. Life is a big mystery… But roses are not! They can only mean one thing! He loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves me. Duh. Well, my hand is too tired to write anything else. I’m going to dream of the word love tonight. The word love with many O’s. Good night to you and my dear, beloved Chris.


Dear diary,
Nothing makes sense any more. Marina’s mad, Simon’s confused, Clara’s upset, and Samantha is dumb, weird, and… dumb. That is all I have to say. Oh, and I’m waiting for a miracle. Very, very patiently.


Dear Diary,
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! My parents told me the most horrible news!!! We are moooooving!!! Away from Chris, and away from Chris, and away from everything I loved here- Chris! NOOOO!

Dear Diary,
I can’t believe it!!! Samantha is moving!!! Clara told us today that she found Samantha hitting the counter in the girls’ bathroom with a bat. All the rest of the girls pasted themselves against the walls, virtually pulling in their noses, so nothing flying from Sam would hit them. When I heard that, I realized that it’s not Fate after all, but like I said a stupid coincidences banana split, topped with a whipped cream of a stupid girl. Hey… I just had an idea. If Marina can control whether she talks to me or not, she can’t control the fact that I can still send her a letter.
Well, here’s a rough draft:
Dear Marina,
Even if you may think otherwise, I still love you.
~Chris
Pretty good, eh?
I’ll send it with a bouquet of flowers, and will personally deliver it… Wait a minute! Just s second, I’ll check our school’s directory!… Oh, my gosh! Sam does live in the house 200! That boy must have thought that I wrote 200, and not 100! Sam DID get the flowers! Excuse me now, while I faint.



Dear Diary,
I’m shocked. I think I’ll stay in my house forever.
Today Chris came up to me, and said that he never meant to ask me to the dance, that he wanted to ask Marina Carter. Then he started explaining about the masks, and said that as long as he lived he would never actually invite me. Then he said that the roses were meant for Marina, and he told me that he put his initials were hers were supposed to be, so I could have thought that it was for Samantha crane, when it was from Stevenson Chris, and not from Chris M. but for Carter Marina. Then he said that he was happy that I was leaving. As I said, I’m never coming out of my house again.


Dear Sam is moving today Diary,
Today Sam is moving. After Sam is moving school was over, Clara and Sam is moving I went to deliver the roses for Marina. She had dance after school, so no one was at home. Clara lives close to Marina, and I asked her to make sure that Marina gets the flowers. Then I left. I hope tomorrow everything is going to be back to normal.



Dear Diary,
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I feel sort of lonely without Sam’s stares… Oh, well! Today, before school, Marina ran up to me and actually started talking to me. She was all bubbly and happy. She said that she got my flowers, and that now she understands everything. I don’t know how she understood everything. But it doesn’t matter. She’s kind of my girlfriend now. Well, at least we are going to the movies with Clara, Simon, and her on Saturday. Speaking of Clara, Simon told me that when he was riding in the car with his parents in the evening, he thought that he saw her leaving Marina’s house.


Dear Diary,
Chris doesn’t hate me after all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m writing on the plane as we fly towards New York. Today, right before we left, I saw a huge bouquet with flowers all the colors of the rainbow. There was a note with it saying,
My beloved Samantha,
I’m sorry I was so mean to you today. I’ll remember you forever.
~Chris
I am about to die of happiness. I may never see him again, but I know that he has a crush on me!
Before I forget, when we were leaving out house today to go to the airport, I think I saw Clara going in the direction away from my house. I wonder what she was doing?
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