Dear Die-ary...

AAAAARGH I am so sorry, my 'fans', for not posting yesterday! I would have done, but I had a sh*tload of homework. Only the homework I did do I didn't need doing, and the homework I didn't do needed doing... AAAAAAARGH so confusing!! I also went to visit Nan again, for some reason. By the look on Mom's face, I could tell she may not... anyway, I think she may be getting worse, but that might be due to the fact her tongue hurt because of a mouth infection. I don't know. But while I was there, I went back to the green-bed room (I love that room... especially because it's restricted to visitors) and went to the top of the hospital, even though it's also restricted to visitors. I sat looking out of the window, with my head poking through the bars, down at the WORLD. It was fun. Nevertheless, Nan might pull through. That's what I'm hoping. NOW, ON WITH TODAY'S POST!!

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So I was gonna die. Turning up to skool with 'normal' hair would kill me. And, it did.

I stepped out of my mom's car, my hair in bunches. I looked to the side of me, and thought, "Oh no," as I saw Nikki coming towards me. I'd told her about the new sh*ttiness of my hair some time ago, and she was badgering me about the fact she must see it (MUUUUUUUST SEEEEEEE). But she saw me, and it was too late. I don't remember, but I think she laughed. Also, she had her hair curled... strange.

I wanted to die so bad when I walked into my classroom. EVERYONE was staring at me, and most said, "Oh my God..." Evil said, "WOW!" but she says that to everything anyway. Plastics just stared, and I think some laughed. In fact, about half the class laughed. I tried to ignore the people coming in, with their eyeballs looking like they've just been pumped up with a bicycle pump. Most people asked, "Can I touch it?" and poked their wirey fingers in my haystack hair. I knew it would be a long day.

The lessons went by, being stared at by the plastics. Were they jealous? Probably not, as I've heard they were talking about me in other lessons. Jonesy was asked if she liked my new hair (how dare they refer to me as 'Emily Daniels'????). LP stared at me with an evil grin. I did not like this grin. I didn't like it at all... ooh the paranoia seeps in!

It was a mistake to go to lunch. I went into my classroom. Plastics stared again. Then one asks if she can have my picture. Suddenly, ALL the plastics want my picture. I started screaming, "NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" and cowered against the wall. The plastics demanded more. So they got their pictures. Then, they want more, and they start asking questions to what I used, how long it took, etc. I looked at them innocently, then dived under a table. They retreated for a bit, while I asked for HELP. No help came. More of this hell came. It made it worse when I made a paperclip chain and wore it on my head (LP did too) and more camera-phones were shoved in my face. It was agonizing. But they left.

Soon my 'friends' came in. They suggested I have them plaited. "NOOOOOOOO" I screamed, but it was too late as Sophie had dived at my hair, and had already started. I was ambushed! My hair was twisted, and my face even more so. There were choruses of "Aw" coming from my friends, and just a dagger-filled stare from the plastics. KILL THEM AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL.

I hate hair.