Wow this is my first post, and I am very excited. I feel like the strange new kid in a school full of cool, interesting kids who have been there all their school years. Ugh, I think school so much now I may be brainwashed by that place. Im going to love rambling on about very very exciting things that happen to me each day, and stuff like my favourite words and the foods I hate most and tons of other fascinating things which can be described with words. Is That A Nail In Your Head? Is on the television at the moment, and the time is exactly 21:27 which is when I first started pushing keyboard buttons. My day started like they usually do, got woken up by the ancient alarm clock at 7:18am. Didnt get out of bed til about 7:39am. Then did my morning schedule (sit on the sofa applying minimal makeup in Tshirt and underwear). It's Tuesday so obviously I was going to school with my twin sister. I was just going to bunk off the whole school day because we have Science too much and I dont like it, because everyone seems to know tons about chemicals and symbols and I dont. When we were about to go over the hill to the back of the school, I started tugging on her backpack and asking her to come to the park with me for a bit, and that she could go back to second or third lesson if she wanted. She didnt want to get into any more trouble so she told me to get lost and go by myself if I wanted to go to the park so much. After trying to nudge her back through the hedg without success, I gave up after a minute or two because their was a ginger boy watching from his house and my bag was really heavy and awkward which dragged me down a little. In the end she walked off towards the hill, every now and then looking back at me wondering when I was going to change my mind somehow and come running after her. But I didnt. Once Im late for a lesson, I do not want to turn up in the classroom with all the kids jeering and calling me things like 'Skiver' or 'Oh shes such a rebel' and whatnot. Plus, the teachers are wary of me because they know I only spoke when spoken to, and I'm not really that social. Only to about 7 people in the school, or less, Im not entirely sure. So yes, I didnt go running to school happily. I headed toward the small kiddie park near a bridge, and a rundown house near it where a paedophile lives, Im not sure if he still lives there or not but when I walk past at night all the lights are on. Anyway, I walked past the kiddie park then started the 10 minute walk past the houses on the posher side of town towards the skatepark by my amazing old Primary school. I loved it there. Well not all the time, one time there was an incident in year 3 I think which was quite a while ago when I was maybe about 7 or something, and I showed the most 'fancied' boy in the class my bits. Down below, you know? I dont know why the hell I did it, but I did and I can only remember my mum being asked to come to the class to see the teacher after school, I came along too with my toy dog which you pull along on a string. I dont know what they said, all I remember is me wandering around the classroom with the dog-on-a-string hoping the teacher would be impressed with it. Anyway, I was now at the skatepark and it was FREEZING. In the South East of England, it was hot apparently. But the South West was storm-like. I got out my Silver LG Cookie to check the time and it had only just gone 9am, and lessons start at about 8:30am so it was obvious I couldnt turn back to first lesson which was Science. I took off my uncomfortable navy school blazer and ugly, red yellow and navy tie, and pulled on my grey jumper with a hood and a picture of Mickey and Minnie mouse on the front which I had stolen from a BHS shop in town the day before. It was soft and warm but I still felt the cold, and my recently dyed orange hair which was now fading into a paler shade was whooshing and whipping around in the bitter wind and was tangled and knotted after an hour. In that hour I was playing 'Animal Crossing' on my Pink Nintendo DS, not the DS Lite or DSi, the old one, the first DS that came out. I remember the first game I got for it was 'Nintendogs' which came included with the Nintendo DS. After turning it off out of boredom, I went to the park which was a few feet away from the skatepark and plopped down onto the swings and slowly rocked back and forth with my feet still on the ground. I watched everything that went on in the very quite area, there wasnt much to be seen. An empty skatepark which only become occupied by teenage boys on BMXes at 1pm onwards, the park which I was in that had the occasional visit from a mum and her 1-2 young children which weren't in school, the primary school enclosed in a thick hedge and fence to keep unwanted visitors out, and the surrounding area of trees, a few winding footpaths and green grass circling around it all. There were two magpies close by, on the other side of the park fence nipping away at some biscuits. I said quietly to myself "One for sorrow, two for joy.." over and over slowly for a little bit untill I got bored and they hopped off somewhere. Then I got out my phone again to check the time. It was almost ten minutes until 10 in the morning. I quickly flipped through some of the recent photos I had on my camera, then put it back into it's Spongebob Squarepants zip-case. I always thought the world of my newest camera I had. My old one was only 6 months old and had to be sent back to the warehouse as I got sand in it, and wouldnt let the lens come out and take pictures. I put my big slouchy purple handbag back on the ground and slowly rocked back and forth once again. Every now and then a gurgling little kid would plonk themselves down on the swing beside me and bed their mummy to push them higher. I'd continue the look the other way and rock back and forth, thinking deep thoughts to myself, finally looking to the right of me once the small child and her mother had gone to the shops and then home to have dinner. I heard all their plans and the mother was eager to hear how their first day of school went. At one point she said "School is cool. It's where you gain your confidence" I tried hard not to snort and honk with laughter, which would draw too much attention to myself. I wanted to be quiet and be as invisible as possible, and hated the fact that everything seemed so out in the open and vulnerable. Luckily, no one had come up to me asking why I wasnt in school. If they had, I had a what I hoped was a smart answer which was something like, "Why arent you at work?" or "What's it to you?" I never spoke much to new people, especially adults who thought they were superior. Which is why, when I bunked off school I had someone with me like my twin sister or equally silent and odd friend called Emma, who recently on the first few days of school I hadnt seen much. If I was on my own I was less likely to talk, but with one or both of these two people I would chatter away like an infant with her barbie doll. Anyway, the rest of my day went like this. Miserable and cold, bored, and my bottom ached a lot as the swing was an odd shape so I had to keep shifting around on the swing. I watched the BMXers and wondered if I could practice how to do tricks on my Orange BMX which I hadnt got around to using since I first got it for christmas. At around 2:30pm the park had a little boy with his parents, the skatepark had a small group of teenage boys all shouting obscenities and a lot of dog-walkers. At this time I got up, hooked my large handbag in the crook of my elbow and cradled my school blazer in one hand while using the other to open the heavy red gate, then walking in a snail-like pace along the straight path to my house. I knocked on the door which was opened by my sister, who had obviously only just got home a minute before me and she called me a 'skiver' and other names for 'ditching' her as she had believed I would have came back to school. Apparently a lot of people wanted to know where I was, hoping she would know as she was my sister afterall. Also, she and Emma had tried calling me in Art last lesson but my phone was off a lot more than it was on so I didnt get the call. Another missed call was when Julie came home without me and my dad called me to find out where I was, at that point I was probably still trudging home with my phone off and in my bag. Fast-forward a few hours of me playing on the computer, reading a Grattan catalogue and watching TV then eating a whole bag of pistachio nuts to about now. It's 22:07 and my bedtime is usually around midnight. The News is on, and there is a man with a shiny nose babbling about cutting debt on something. Dad's not watching it, no one is, he's always trying to talk nonstop to anyone who's willing to listen. Julie is on her laptop. My mum is sitting on her side of the sofa watching TV, or pretending to so that Dad will stop nattering to her. Usually she has a magazine to read and is doing a puzzle. Im starting to get a back/neck ache now so I will go offline now and pretend to watch The News as well. This has probably been the longest diary entry I have ever made. I know this is called a blog but 'diary' sounds much better and formal.
