My brother is blaring The Doors, and I can't concintrate on the situation at hand. Killing George. He managed to nick my actual diary when he was over here last, and guess who's hands its in now? I don't know; half of the school has read it! My most intimate and dark secrets splayed out for all to read. I might as well just go into the quad naked and lay on the floor going: "Ok, do whatever, look wherever, Im yours,", because its just as bad. If ont worse. *facepalm*. Oh I want to die die die die die. George was sore because I told him that if we aren't going out any more, then he shall expect no sex. He wanted cake, and he wanted to eat it too. But, there is this new kid at school, in my homeroom. His name is like...Joey, or John, or something with a J. He is really good looking, and the usual gaggle of airheads flocked to him, until he plainly stated that he thought they were all ugly, and he hated girls with blonde hair, manicured hands, and boobs that were obviously fake. Yes, we have a few girls at school, mostly seniors, who have gotten boob jobs. But, this J fellow sat by me at lunch. Bea was off with one of her latest catches, and Rhonda was stalking George, I think. But I was alone, at the table in the back of the quad that only I sit at, and he was came up to me, "Excuse me, I was wondering if this seat was taken? You look like the only decent person here. Not fake, I mean," I was so stunned I was like...."humanahumanahumana," but he sat down anyways. He has jet black hair, and dark brown eyes, that I notice become black when he is angry. He isn't all pasty like most of the boys with black hair at my school, but has a complexion. He doesn't like music that much, and he writes short stories, mostly horror. We spent most of the lunch period talking, our pita and whatever the yellow glupm was going to waste. Then George came up and ruined it. He saw me talking with cute J and was all "Why did you run out so fast last night? I thought you rather enjoyed yourself...or were you embarassed by how loud you were?" once again, I was too shocked to speak. Once again, J spoke his mind. He said, "Maybe she ran out so fast because she saw your backne. Maybe you should go get that checked out, it could be cancerous." I laughed so hard that coke nearly flew out my nose. It wasn't as witty as I had heard him speak, and he later told me that he didn't want to waste his vocabulary on someone such as him, but it put George in his place. Thats when he got back at me. During the free period between the second and last class of the day, people kept snickering at me. Rhonda, Frank(her bf), J, Bea, her boytoy Matt, and I were all sitting on the small bluff by the school statue and they would walk by and throw some sort of comment about me. It was the one that really got to me, and thats when I figured out that someone had my diary, because this little weasel of a freshman was all "Did you really see stars with George? Oh..and I don't think that your teddy was watching your perversion, he would surely have puked stuffing," I mean, once again, stupid, but it hurt. Rhonda threw a punch at him, and got carted off to the office. I dunno what I would do without her. Bea, and Matt went to go confront George, and Frank went to go make sure that Rhonda wasn't putting up a fight at the main office. So I was alone with new guy J, who I had only known for one day, but he somehow got into our group...and I was crying. I thought that the embarrasment would never end. He looked at me, and smiled...actually smiled! He said that once, during PE at his old school in Georgia, when he was trying to show off in front of all of the cheerleaders, someone pants him right when he went to do a victory type jump, and everything went down. I was about to scoff, when he quietly mentioned that it was winter. Then I shut my mouth. He said; "Sadie, I don't think I can imagine how it feels to have your most intimate secrets out there, but I can sympathize. Just keep your chin up," and with that, he left. I leaned against Bernie(the statue, as we named him, I honestly have no clue who it is), and closed my eyes. I could still tell that people were walking past and quoting things that I had written, but I was all; whatever. Then, Rhonda came back saying that she had been suspended for the rest of the week(which she enjoys)and needed to get her bags and have me pick up her homework and Bea and Matt walked with me to French. It seems impossible that all that happened TODAY. OH, I still want to die, and I still want to kill George, but I think I feel a bit better, now. What I loser I am.