The Diary Of My Imminent Doom

Chapter 8

A/N

Heya! I have a few things to say.

1. Flowersocks, you do not want my brain. Trust me.

2. Yeah, Josh is an actual celebrity. I watched the Road Chip, and was like, hey, let's use him!

3. I love fast reviews and long reviews. They're the best. They make me feel loved (aww)

4. Everyone keeps commenting on the plot line. I have no idea what the plotline is, I'm just making up random stuff.

5. I'm going away for a week, so I won't be updating til I'm back. Sorry.

So here's this weeks entry! Enjoy!

1/9/15

Dear Diary,

Pinch and a punch for the first of the month!

Really, though, there's an actual reason I'm writing in this today. We'll get to that later. Today was a bad day. Here's why.

"Hey, Gazzy? How do you turn on the waffle maker?" Iggy yelled from the kitchen. That was strike one.

"Ig, you do it every day. You plug in this, and turn the switch. Got it?" I walked over and did it for him, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Yeah, thanks." Okayyyy. That was weird. Very weird.

"Ugh. I barely slept last night. I'm starved," Nudge walked in, yawning. "Where's the milk? I'm thirsty."

Okay. Since when does Nudge like milk? That was strike two. This is getting seriously weird.

"Uh, in the fridge. Like it always is," I said uncertainly. What was up with them?

"Okay, I'm getting seriously freaked out. What's going on?" I hoped to every deity that they hadn't been replaced by Stalker Guy's minions and I'd just given away my advantage. Oh, crap. Suddenly, though, their grins widened. That was probably strike three.

"Um. Guys?" I asked anxiously, backing up toward the wall. Nudge leaped forward and nearly crushed me in a hug. Death by hug? Is that Stalker Guys way of killing me? If so, I gotta say, that dude is creative-

"THEY'RE AWAKE, GAZZY!" Nudge screamed. I briefly covered my ears, wincing, before I processed what she'd said.

"Wait. They are?" I clarified. She nodded. I sprinted back into the living room. How had I missed it? Sure enough, Angel, Max and Fang were sitting up, rubbing their eyes.

"You guys!" I yelled, running forward to tackle them back to the floor. One squeaked, one made an 'oomph' sound, and the other said "woah."

"Gaz, jeez! We're alive! It's okay!" Max protested as I hugged them all. I gave her a level look.

"So the whole covered in blood, comatose, pale thing was all just an elaborate hoax, then?" I asked pointedly.

"Well, no-"

"Then what's your point?" She feigned a scowl, but dropped it.

"It was so, so scary," Angel whimpered. I looked at her in concern. No wonder she'd been so quiet.

"What happened, Ange?" I reached towards her, but she flinched. I drew my hand back.

"Get away from me. You-you...I'm sorry," Angel got up and ran full speed out of the room. I heard faint thudding from the stairs. She must be going to her room. A slamming door confirmed it. I exchanged a glance with Max and Fang.

"Did you guys...see anything while you were in a coma?" I asked. They both shook their heads.

"Nope. It was like I was asleep. There was this one image that kept popping up, though. This guy with dark hair and golden eyes..." Max trailed off. Oh, man. Not dumb Stalker Guy. I looked at Fang, and I could see he knew. Max glanced between us.

"Oh crap, is this the guy you saw at the mall?" I nodded. Max rubbed her face.

"This is bad."

"What's bad?" Iggy and Nudge asked. But were they alone? No. Ross and Jason were with them. Crap, crap, crap.

"Where'd you two come from?" I asked warily.

"My moms off on one of her mood swings, so I thought I'd come here and drag Jase with me," Ross said reasonably.

"Okay. You have the worst timing, but okay. What do you wanna do?" I asked.

"Well, the new skateboard ramp opened up a few days ago, so it'll be pretty empty by now..." Ross began.

"And Kaci's already there, so you wanna come? Please?" Jason pleaded. I rubbed my face.

"Okay. I'll come." The boys fist pumped, and Ross did a weird dance routine thing.

"Great! Come on!" I followed them out of the lounge, and snagged my board from my room on the way.

It took us five minutes to get there. I spotted Kaci with a bunch of girls sitting on the top of the ramps. She jumped up when she saw us and headed over.

"Ready to get beaten?" She grinned. I held up a hand.

"Please. You could never beat me. I'm a pro," I bragged. Kaci's eyes narrowed.

"You wanna beat? Five bucks says I'll beat you," she stuck out her hand. I shook it.

"Deal." We headed to the top of the ramp. Kaci was taking her time climbing up.

"Patience is a virtue, you know," she retorted after I'd yelled at her to hurry up for the sixth time. I grinned wide.

"I've got too many virtues already. I don't think my personality could handle any more," I boasted, smirking down at her. She pulled herself up, and brushed herself off.

"Quoting Akarnae at me isn't going to make me go any faster," she paused. "Though good job."

"Thanks. How we gonna do this?" I asked her.

"Just do your best. Those two are judging," she jerked a thumb at Ross and Jason.

"Oh boy. See you," I said all badass-ly, before dropping over the edge. I flipped the board and did a ninja kick before speeding down the half-pipe. Hey, you gotta make it original. I zoomed into the air on the other side, and did this complicated twisty somersault leaping thing. I really can't explain it better than that.

I love skateboarding, Diary, because it feels like you're flying. It's one of the closest things I've done which feels like flying, though Max says motorbikes come close. I really wanna try a motorbike.

"That's all you got?" Kaci snickered.

"You can do better?" I retorted.

"You're right. I can," she replied, before throwing her board up into the air. What the heck wa- woah. Holy moly. I watched in awe (envy) as Kaci leaped up, and placed her feet on the board. Skills! She spun, and landed solidly on the ramp. She shot to the other side (on one foot! Who the hell has good enough balance for one foot?!), and flipped over, before returning to her place beside me. She casually kicked up her board, and held out her hand.

"Five bucks," she said triumphantly. I shrugged.

"Got no money. Well, there's this," I held up an eftpos card. Kaci looked peeved (I learnt that from Nudge after I interrupted a Twilight worshipping session. Ugh).

"Then buy me something from the dairy that's worth five bucks."

"Ugh. Fine, whatever. Later," I added.

"Sure."

"Woah, Kace! That was awesome!" Ross exclaimed, ambling over. Who invented the word ambling, anyway? It's a weird word. It doesn't make sense. I shot him a look.

"Oh, uh, you were cool too, Gaz. Great," he added, cowering under my gaze. Ha, fear me, mortal! Oh wow, I just sounded totally like Hades. What if I turn into him, and get god powers? Now that would be cool-

"Yo, it's Grant! And Spittal! Red alert, red alert, abort mission!" Jason whisper-yelled conspicuously. I looked over to where he was gesturing.

"We're not on a mission, J. And what d'you wanna do about it?" Kaci asked, placing a hand on her hip. All she needed was that Z formation thing, and then she'd be all sass queen...why the heck do I even listen to Nudge anymore?

"I dunno! Show them that they suck!" Ross put in.

"Where's Courtney? Doesn't she normally stick to them like glue?" I asked. Ross shook his head.

"Nah, man. Adrian and Peyton can't get enough time away from her." Jason hissed at that.

"Grant and Spittal, man, Grant and Spittal. Not...eugh," Jason shivered in disgust. Peyton, sadly, spotted us and flashed a jaunty wave.

"Hey, guys! Fancy seeing you here!" He exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Yeah, great," I muttered. Ross whispered for our attention.

"We drop over on three, okay? Kaci, you do your cool throwing the board thing, okay? Three," he began counting.

"What was that, Gasman? I didn't quite catch it," Peyton cupped his ear.

"One, Gazzy! Go, go, go!" Ross yelled, dropping over the side. Jason followed suit, and I hurried to follow them, and nearly fell off my damn board. I was bent over backwards, but coolly regained my footing. Awesome! That was so cool, Diary! You should've seen it. Then, of course, Kaci had to ruin it by doing her cool move. Adrian and Peyton looked on in amazement as she nailed it. Except, she didn't nail it. She missed by one foot, slipped backwards, hit her head on the corner, and tumbled to a stop at the bottom of the ramp. I could hear Adrian snickering, but no noises from Peyton. Oddly enough, he actually looked concerned. I jumped off my board, and skidded down the half-pipe.

"Hey, Kaci! Are you okay?" I asked, jogging over.

"Yo, snap out of it! You're okay!" Ross snapped, kneeling beside her. I copied him. She opened one eye, and it fixed somewhere to the left of my face.

"You still owe me," she muttered, closing her eye again. I chuckled nervously.

"Really, Kace. Jokes over. Get your ass back up there," Ross said. I glanced at him, and tilted my head. He was really pissed. And also really concerned. I looked up.

"Hey, if there's any deity up there, you wouldn't let the..." I actually had to stop and count. Angel. Max. Fang. "Fourth of the nine people I really care about get hurt. That's just douche-y." Ross cursed under his breath.

"Screw deities. They didn't stop my dad from leaving, or my brother from dying. Or me nearly committing suicide," he said harshly. Ah. That was why. A lot of people he loved had been killed or left. That must be hard.

"Hey, um, guys? Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Jason asked anxiously. I looked back down. Oh crap. Apart from the owing comment, she hadn't opened her eyes or stirred.

"Is she okay?" Peyton asked, coming over. Adrian trailed behind him, a sneer still on his face. He found this funny. Well he can go shove his amusement. Ross apparently didn't feel the same way.

"She's fine," he snapped to Peyton. Then to Adrian: "You think this is funny, don't you? Someone getting hurt? That's because you've never had to work for anything, never lost anyone, in your entire life. So you can either call an ambulance, or get the hell away from us." He took a step towards him, fists clenching. Shite. I'd never seen him this angry before. His blue-green eyes were narrowed, and his spiky hair made him look seriously scary. Adrian raised his eyebrows.

"Fine. I'm gonna get some popcorn. Want some?" He asked tauntingly.

"Adrian," I began.

"Run," Jason continued.

"Right now," I said.

"Before you're shark bait," Jason finished. Adrian smirked at Ross.

"Defending your girlfriend, Taylor? That's rich," he snickered.

"Say that again, Spittal," Ross said quietly. I'm nearly wetting myself, and I'm not even Adrian! Jeepers, I've got a scary friend. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. I turned to Peyton.

"Call the ambulance. It won't just be Kaci who'll need it," I murmured. He nodded, and typed something into his phone. Good. He's a verbal bully, sure, but he doesn't like people getting hurt. That's why Adrian ran the show. I focused my attention back to Ross and Adrian.

"Gladly. You're defending your girlfriend? That's-" If you blinked, you would've missed the punch. That's how fast it was. I'm pretty sure Adrian did blink, though, since it smashed him right in the face. His hand shoot up to his nose, which was now gushing blood, and his gaze turned dark. He swung back, aiming for Ross' sternum (figured out what that meant in health class. First thing I've learnt in that dumb class), and connected. I was tempted to break it up, but Ross would probably kill me. I felt Kaci stir, and my gaze flashed down. Is that a thing? My gaze flashed down? I dunno. I don't really care to, either.

"Wa's hap'nin'?" She asked drowsily. I pointed to the fight. Which looked pretty evenly matched. Maybe a little on Adrian's side. Huh. Maybe he really was an athlete. She shifted her head to the side, and sighed.

"Boys, hon'stly. Do I hav' t' do ev'rythin'?" She grumbled. Sorry if I'm not using the ' things properly Diary, but give me a break, I'm thirteen. I watched in horror as she tried to stand up.

"No, no, Kaci-that's a bad idea," I said weakly. She ignored me, and hobbled (like ambled. Who the hell invented it?) over to the two fighters.

"Hey, stop, Ross, he's not werf i'," she said, getting between them. Ross froze mid-punch. Adrian froze mid-flinch. Ha, wimp.

"H't me, or nut'in," she insisted. Ross' face blanched, and he took a step back.

"Kaci, how are you..." he trailed off in confusion. But I was watching Adrian. I saw him step around Kaci as she talked to Ross, and started running. I felt footsteps beside me. I leaped, and tackled Adrian to the ground.

"Leave my friends the hell alone. Understand?" I growled. He nodded stiffly. Then I got off him, brushed off my shorts, and turned to the others.

"Well. There's the ambulance. Let's get you two on it," I gestured to Kaci, and Ross' multiple bruises, black eye, and bleeding nose. I heard Peyton talking quietly to Adrian. He nodded at me. I nodded back. Huh.

I watched the sun setting over the hills, my head in my hands. Jason and Ross sat beside me. A little bit before we got Kaci on the ambulance, she'd passed out. I knew it wasn't fatal or anything, but still. It's scary when someone close to you gets hurt.

"Today was...eventful," Jason said carefully. Ross nodded, staring at nothing.

"At least it wasn't boring," I put in.

"Yeah," Ross mumbled faintly. Jason shoved him, and he snapped out of it.

"Dude, what's got you so depressed?" He asked. I leaned in a little.

"It's nothing. I just hate seeing people get hurt."

"Well, that's true. But really, man. We won't judge you," Jason smiled, opening his arms. I snorted. He sent me a meaningful look. I covered it with a cough, then matched him. Ross looked between us.

"You two look fricking creepy, you know that?" He said, but he smiled a little.

"We know," Jason and I said in sync. Woah, now that was creepy.

"Okay, that was creepy," I said. The others nodded.

"It just reminds me of...my brother. And my dad. I just don't want anyone else leaving. I only have three, like, close friends," Ross explained, sighing.

"Well, I'm really concerned about you not laughing in ages, and I'm seriously considering checking you into this place," I deadpanned. He grinned.

"Yeah, well, stuff does that to you." We lapsed back into silence.

"You three here for Kaci Waller?" A doctor asked. We, in sync again, all turned to face him, and nodded.

"She's awake. You can go see her." We filed down the hall silently. We waited patiently while he opened the door. Jeez. What the heck was happening to us? Because it's freaking me out.

"Hey guys," Kaci waved, flashing a smile. We scurried over to her.

"Why did you fail the trick?"

"Are you okay?"

"You made us look bad in front of Spittal and Grant!" That describes us three in perfect detail. Kaci gave Ross and I sour looks.

"Thank you Jason, I am okay. I didn't fail it on purpose, Gazzy, and you made Adrian look just as bad, Ross. I saw the new face job you gave him. He looks great," she gave him a wry thumbs up. He grinned.

"I did, didn't I?"

"But you also look like crap," she added. His eyes rolled.

"Well, at least you're truthful," he said, touching his bruises tenderly.

"Aaaand they're at it again," Jason commented.

"Yeah. At least it's back to normal, now," I replied.

"Normal. Yeah."

But somehow, I felt as if everything was exactly opposite.

People at home were acting weird. The others woke up. My fellow freshmen were at war. Stalker Guy was being a creeper, and is probably responsible for all the previous things, except for the freshmen war thing. That would be weird. Plus, David was still David. I do not like that guy.

Anyway. I felt the opposite.

And usually, my feelings are right. Well, sometimes, it really depends on the situations.

But for the dramatic endings sake, I'm gonna say they're right.