I don’t want to write about today, but I can’t do that to you, Diary; I know you’re worried about me. I hope you are anyway. I just watched Sherbet in Concert on telly and was it ever grouse. Watching Daryl Braithwaite helped me forget about my troubles for a while. The day was shithouse. I walked on my own to school and all the way, I prayed that no-one would go on about Smoo-night. Of course, they did. I realised that in first period English. First, Bevan put clag in my hair, like it was smoo and everyone laughed. Even Darrell. All day the boys stirred me and Knackers was the ringleader. They called me a mole and a premature ejaculator and they didn’t stop all day. They even broke into my locker and wrote ‘smoo-queen’ all over my books. The girls treated me like shit too. God, I reckon Julie and Dianne have been pulling-off the tech school boys for ages, so why don’t they pick on them? Cheryl is so excited about it all. The only people who were nice to me were Pauline and Fiona, of course, but they would be. They haven’t even got the shits with me for not going to ballroom dancing, the sucks. Michael kept away from me all day. I am so sad, Diary. Would my life be better now if I’d gone to ballroom dancing, or would it be worse? If only I had not gone to the toilet at the party, everything would be okay.

Thursday February 20th

Yuck, bloody shocking is the way I can describe today. I pray that one day soon I’ll be able to tell you something good that’s happened. But not tonight. I’ll start from the beginning. Cheryl didn’t talk to me all the way to school again. She just acts like Miss Superiority all the way. The MOLE, SLUT, BITCH SHIT-FACE TURD-BURGLAR!!!!! God, why does she bother picking me up? I thought the day was going to be good. Knackers wasn’t in English and it was that relieving cos no-one really hung shit on me, well not much really. Rhonda asked me if I’m going with Darrell and I said I didn’t know, which everyone found very funny. Knackers showed up after 2nd period, so Darrell hung shit on me for the rest of the day. He reminded me that he’d go with me if I gave him a poke and I was too scared to say anything, so for the rest of the day everybody called us Mr and Mrs Smoo. Darrell was pissed off and said he wouldn’t want to be married to that thing… meaning me. Rhonda, Melissa, Maria and especially MOLE Cheryl are acting like they’re better than me now I’m a smoo sampler. God, I hate those bitches. I must have passed Michael a dozen times in the corridor and we said nothing to each other. I WANT HIM BACK AS MY FRIEND!!!! He is getting too stuck up. Can’t he see how unhappy I am? I HATE HIM. What a bastard. What a rotten shitty life I am leading at the moment. Diary, please stay by me.