MY JOURNAL

My Ultimate Private Journal- CONFIDENTIAL DO NOT READ UNLESS ALLOWED TO!!!



Hey-This is Me!!! Don't I look cool?

              Hey, my name's Bryce, Bryce Loski to be exact. I'm now grade 8 and this is my private journal of how things exactly happened since I arrived here when I was 7. Well, mostly stories about Juli Baker, about how I'd been doing all sorts of stuff to avoid her then later change (hey, don't tell this to Juli Baker, ok? 'therwise she's gonna kill me). Hey and I might go emotional, ok? This is my diary, nothing intentional to show it to other people. But go on, dig into my secrets if you want to, you've come this far, (hey and don't tell this to dad either, got that 'cause he is also gonna murder me).            

  

            Well man, I gotta tell you, the egg thing completely freaked my soul out for the last few days. I mean, seriously, who would eat eggs laid by a group of chickens grown in a filthy yard raised by Julianna Baker? Sure, nobody, I guess, but I had thought it all wrong. I had been a 

complete jerk more degraded then what a low-level chicken might be. You know, I was just too embarrassed to tell her that I didn't like them, because every time, she was practically bouncing up and down, beaming into my face and sweetly(for me, sickly), "Hi Bryce! Here you go." I mean, who could deny that? I couldn't just say,'I don't want them in an ornery way and shut the door into her face. So I ditched them in the kitchen trash before dad came to have breakfast. Yes, DAD. He told me to boldly stand up to her and say no, but there's no way I can do that. So this ditching-egg thing continued silently for 2 years until I thought all was okay and safe. Until one day, when I was carrying out the trash bag bulging full of egg-cartons, I saw ahead and found myself looking right into Juli's surprised face. Man, her face looked so terrifying, I almost had a heart attack and it took out 10 years of my life span from my future living time. Oh no, Juli is eyeing the trash bag, I quickly improvise, "Oh Juli they were broken, I'm sorry." But I could tell from her eyes that she saw perfectly well and unharmed eggs, so I then quickly added, "we were afraid that we might get salmonella poisoning because your yard is so dirty."

Man, you really should have saw her face. She was stammering how the other neighbors were PAYING for her eggs. Then she backed, and ran away. Now I come to realize it, I shouldn't have done that, and I must apologize to her. From now, I wouldn't be such a coop-faced jerk again.

                                                                                                               -Bryce 11th Sep 2010

DAD: YOU totally messed it up!!!
See that? Mom's mad dad!!!

          Something broke out again before I could recover from the shock of the ditching-egg incident. We were happily enjoying our scrumptious dinner when DAD unexpectedley broke it and questioned out why granddad was helping the Bakers fix the yard when he wouldn't throw a single baseball with his grandson. Before grandad could finish his reply, dad blurted out again in a sarcastic manner, "developed a soft spot for a girl haven't you?" Before granddad could say, "No," dad quickly blurted out in a degrading manner, "Sure, they're trash, that's why. They've got a beat up house, two beat up cars and a beat up yard. They have absolutely no pride in how they represent themselves to the world!" Whoa, that shocked me. How could my DAD, such a NICE DAD, say things in such this way? I couldn't believe it. However, I didn't say anything because I knew this was gonna be fight. I am trying to dive into calmer water... then dad's voice broke in once again, "JULI'S UNCLE IS RETARDED? WELL IT MUST HAVE BEEN, IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY! NO WONDER WHY THAT EXPLAINS A LOT!!!!" WAIT, RETARDED UNCLE? WHAT ON THE UNIVERSE WAS THIS? I stopped chewing and gawked at dad and grandad. A plethora of confusion came over on the table. Lynetta abandoned her dinner plate, ran off to her room and locked herself up. For a brief moment, there was silence. Was this the reason why the Bakers household is so filthy and unorganized? I don't know. That night, I had another thing coming up for me to creep my guts out.

                                                                                                                        -Bryce 13th Sep 2010



UHH this was WHAT
I was talking about



           UUHHH!!! SCARY EVENTS IN ONE DAY IN A ROW? TODAY MUST HAVE BEEN MY UNLUCKY DAY!!! I had the scary feeling again. When grandad gave me the newspaper article of Juli of how she tried to save her sycamore tree, I ditched it in my desk drawer and never looked at it ever since. But weeks later, which was today night, I opened the drawer absent-mindedley and saw the article. Man her reasoning of saving the sycamore tree on the article was scary. How can she come up with such a brilliant quote which even not many adults can compose? After I read the article, something attracted my eye: Juli's picture. Man I was so used to not looking at Juli since we moved here, because I always tried to avoid her. But now I see it, it was nothing of ugly. Did the egg thing change me or something? I felt butterflies in my stomach, only that they were not the butterflies that I had before exams and tests. I kept looking at the picture. Only now I could feel that the butterflies were becoming bigger. Suddenly, I couldn't take my eyes off her picture. That's when the butterlies burst and became monsterous anaconda snakes. Matt and Mike's snakes. Still, I couldn't take my eyes off it. Okay this was more than enough: I took a deep breath and snapped my eyeballs' focus from the photo. I quickly grabbed the newspaper and slammed it below my pillow and plopped myself to bed and closed my eyes. Then somehow I got the newspaper out again from the pillow and looked at the picture; I thought I was insane. I was losing my sense. I'd better get a grip or I'll fall. But some parts of my brain obviously didn't wanna listen. 'Get a grip man!" I told myself.

                                                                                                -Bryce 13th Sep 2010

         

        

          Oh, shoot, what have I done? Seriously, did I get mad? What had happened today was:

This is the part where I go insane with Juli

I got chosen for the basket boy ceremony. We pack our lunches in the basket and we get to have lunch with girls who pay for the lunch. The donated money goes to school services. They say it's an honor, but ha! No. It was a pure torture of public embarrassment. All I could remember was that it was my turn, and that Jumbo Jenny, the most feared giant girl of all town, went for 100 dollars, a world-breaking record. Just as I thought this was the apocalypse of my life, two popular girls Shelly Stalls and Miranda combined their money together for a staggering 122. 50$, and saved me from eating luch with that horrible girl Jenny. They talked about tanning while eating lunch, and suggested me to come with them, but haha, very funny, no. I would dump 10 tonnes of seashells in my backyard if I would come with Shelly, and I will drink my head off with Miranda soda if I was to go with Miranda. All of a sudden I turned around and saw JULI WITH JON. This strange feeling came over to me again, the feeling when I saw Juli's picture in the newspaper, and I was possessed by it. Whoa, the feeling was queer. Then somehow, I came over to Juli's table and tapped Juli so that we could talk privately, but there was nowhere to talk. So what I did was: tried to kiss her, but she jerked free and ran away. That afternoon, I had realized that I have changed. Juli was no longer a dangerous, annoying and rude enemy. I flipped. That's how I realized that all my years I had been stupid.

                                                                                             -Bryce 3rd Oct 2010