The Diary Of My Imminent Doom

Chapter 3

A/N

Hey everyone! Remember to go over to my Create a Character thing and submit your idea! I can't update until I get at least four. I know a lot of you are reading this (about 60, which is pretty cool for me, being new and all), but none of you are reviewing! 48 of you, to be exact. That's okay, 'cause I always hated people who asked for reviews, but now I see where they're coming from. Get an account and you'll see. Anyway, you can message me ideas for the story and I'll probably use them somewhere.

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6/8/15

Dear Diary,

I am officially in a horror movie.

There's the creaking staircase, and the dark, stormy, well, actually, let me check that. Nope, not stormy. It's actually pretty peaceful. But that makes it more horror like! So, you're probably thinking, has Gazzy finally gone crazy? No. I have not. But I should've, really, judging the night I had. See, here's what happened:

I woke up. Yeah, this normally happens at the end, but now it's at the start. Why did I wake up? Because I heard a creak. Coming from the stairs. Let me remind you that I am on the bottom floor. That means that whoever is coming down either already walked past me...or didn't come through the front door. Who wouldn't come in through the front door if they weren't murders?! Before you ask, diary, no, it didn't occur to me that it could've been one of the flock. Looking back at this, that was really dumb.

I'm getting better at paragraphs, diary, see? I've already done three. But I was really scared, and really curious, so I got out of bed and headed toward the door. Well, I only needed to take two steps, but whatever. Now would be a good time to mention that my door was closed when I went to sleep. Right now, I didn't even need to open it, it was already wide open. I slipped out, and glanced around. Everything was still. I spun to face the stairs. Nothing. Well, then, I guess I have to track em down myself. I crept into the lounge. The grandfather clock (yes, we have one of those. This house is freaking freaky) ticked ominously. My vocabulary is expanding. Must be the fear. Or Dr M's tutoring. Eh. A floorboard creaked in the kitchen. My head whipped in that direction. I whip my head back an' forth I whip mah head back an' forth...heh, sorry. Blame Nudge. I tiptoed into the kitchen, wincing when my foot hit a creaky board. I heard running water. What, does this guy want a drink before they kill us all? How nice of him. I decided to take a risk. A dumb risk.

"Who's there?" I said. I didn't want to yell and wake up everyone else...a light tapping sound. What the heck?

"Oh, good. Someone's here. Did I wake you? Dreadfully sorry." You're kidding me. You are joking. Who was the evil murderer? Total. Back from his holiday with Akila. I felt so stupid. I swear, Max won't be the only dead flock member if I have anything to do with it...

"Muttering isn't very gentlemanly, don't you think?" Total observed.

"I thought you were a murderer. Why didn't you come through the front door?" I asked. Total examined one of his paws.

"Thought I'd come through a window. It added a bit more...excitement to it all," he explained reasonably. Reasonably my butt.

"Well, I'm awfully tired, so I'll go get some rest, and tell you all about Italy in the morning!" Total bounded out of the kitchen. I rubbed my eyes. I shook my head, then headed back to bed. May as well get some sleep. But that night, I overlooked one very important detail. And trust me, it came back to bite me in the butt, big time.

"Morning, everyone! Sleep well?" Nudge bounced into the kitchen, eyes bright. It's nine in the morning. How does she do that? There was a chorus of yeahs from around the table. I muttered. Then Total wandered in.

"Muttering again, Gazzy. You should take classes," he advised knowingly. I splayed my palms, and made...I dunno what they were. Knife gestures? Let's call them knife gestures, cause they sound cool. Then I let them drop, because it was pointless anyway.

"Well, I slept very well in my room," Iggy began. I scowled at him. "My room is just amazing."

"Room stealer," I said to no one.

"What was that?" Max asked.

"Nothing."

"We're going to start school tomorrow! OMG," Nudge said happily.

"What?" I asked. Max smiled sheepishly.

"We had to start tomorrow. Mom's making us. So we've got to get the uniform today."

"Uniform?!" Uh, sorry diary, I dunno who got there first. A bunch of us said it.

"Relax. It's pretty laid back. Girls can wear shorts," she explained. So that's why she wasn't freaking out.

"Then let's go go go!" Nudge enthused. Honestly, Nudge...she can join Max and Total. Who'll be next? Soon the whole flocks gonna wind up dead. Needle and thread gotta get you outta my head, needle and thread gonna wind up dead...heh. That's the second reference this entry.

"I wanted to put us all in one high school, so here's what I'm thinking. Gazzy, you're thirteen this month, and you can easily pass as fourteen, so you'll be in freshman year. Angel, you're practically eleven, but we could hopefully squeeze you in as a short freshman. You're smart anyway, so that works. We'll say your twins. Nudge, Fang, Iggy and me will just be in our normal group," she explained. I nodded.

"Do I get to blow stuff up?" I asked.

"No," Max replied. Dang, I was really looking forward to that. I can always do it in secret... Fang caught my eye.

"Whatever you're thinking, no," he said firmly. Damn it...

"Well, what's the uniform like?" Iggy asked. Max grinned.

"You'll see."

Turns out, it's a really crap uniform policy. I mean, you can wear jeans, shorts, or skirts, as long as they have the logo, or sports uniforms. Pretty much every top is allowed, as long as it's either not pink, orange, or...that's pretty much it. I dunno why. I'll just keep my hoodie and jeans, to hide my wings. Even though it's not really necessary anymore, we still try to keep it a secret to avoid new people gunning for us.

"Okay, guys, we need to get the jeans with the logo on the back pocket," Max said. The back pocket? Why the heck would you put something there? Who would be looking? Just...nevermind, diary. And what's this about logos?

"The uniform didn't specify. You need to get the shorts, skirts and jeans that are the same for identity reasons," Max read off a sheet. "Just go pick two jeans or shorts or skirts, we don't need tops since they can be random...and we need Nike or Adidas shoes."

"I thought they were trying to stop brand discrimination," Iggy mused.

"I guess they suck at it," I replied. After another two hours of shopping (apparently Nudge needed the cutest shoes and skirts and jeans), we finally headed home. Max called a meeting around the dining table.

"Okay. We need to go over details for school. If one of us says we came from Illinois, and another says China, we're screwed." Max was going over this because it would probably happen, diary.

"I'll go as Max Martinez, since I'm actually related to Dr M and Ella. No worries there. Nudge and Fang, since you look sort of similar, you'll pretend to be brother and sister. You can use the name Ride. Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel. Two of you are actually brother and sister, but Iggy's joining your family now. You'll be the Griffifths. Your parents are all missionaries, so Dr M is letting you stay in her house which she normally rents out. Everyone got it?" Um.

"Great. I got it. But just in case...tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening," Iggy said. Max looked annoyed.

"No Lego movie quotes, okay? That movie was terrible."

"It was not!" I argued.

"Yeah. Fang understands Batman. I only work in black, or sometimes very, very dark grey," Iggy intoned in a deep voice.

"Whatever. You are James Griffifths. Just remember that, okay?" Iggy frowned.

"Can people still call me Iggy?" He asked. Max threw up her hands.

"Yes!" She said, frustrated. I don't blame her.

"Can I still be Gazzy? Or do I need to be Zephyr again?" I asked.

"Am I still Ariel?"

"And me...?" Max slammed her hands on the table.

"Max Martinez. Nick Ride. Krystal Ride. James Griffifths. Andrew Griffifths. Ariel Griffifths. Capiche?" She pointed tp each respective person in order. I furrowed my brow.

"Andrew? Where did Andrew come from-"

"I made it up, because Zephyr and Captain Teror aren't exactly common names," Max said.

"Okay. I see your point."

"Good. Now, we have school tomorrow, so go get your butts rested up."

7/8/15 (half of it)

Diary, I couldn't be bothered doing a second proper entry, and I had spare time after my class, so I decided to add this. I'll finish it off later.

"MAAXXXX! I can't find my fluffy socks!" Nudge yelled.

"Do you need fluffy socks?" Max called from her room.

"Yes!" Nudge called back. I heard Max sigh. Haha, sucker. I was picking out my clothes for today. Let's see. Jeans, jeans, or jeans? Such a hard choice. I'll go with jeans. Because why not? I put on a blue shirt and shoved my hands in my pockets, whistling. I saw Max and Nudge run down the steps. I stifled a laugh. Okay, fine, I did laugh. Max's hair was messed up, and her pyjamas were crumpled. Nudge, on the other hand, had perfectly straightened hair, make up, a school skirt which wasn't plaid, and a tank top. This image literally describes our lives right there.

"Gazzy, get breakfast ready. Angel? You nearly done?" She yelled up the stairs.

"Yeah!" Angel yelled back. I hopped into the kitchen to find Total there, eating delicately from a bowl of Cheerios. I looked at him.

"Hello, Total," I said.

"Hello, Gasman," he replied.

"The toast is in the pantry. So is the jam. I left the lid open for you," he said helpfully. I opened the doors. And found the jam, alright. Yes, the lid was open. Yes, the toast was there too. And yes, there were a thousand ants crawling over it.

"Total...when did you open this?" I asked.

"That night I saw you," he responded. I covered my face with my hand.

"Two nights ago? You left it open for two nights?"

"Yes, I did," he answered.

"You don't happen to eat ants, do you?" I eyed him cautiously. He jumped up.

"Ants! That would be completely barbaric! Something I am most certainly not!" He stormed out of the kitchen. Oh well. It was worth a try. Max came up behind me, fully dressed and showered this time. She took one glance at the mess in the pantry.

"Do I even want to know?" She asked, rubbing her forehead. I considered it.

"No. Probably not."

Twenty minutes later, we were staring blankly at our Sheets of Hell. Aka schedules.

"Yes! I've got science today...and homeroom? What the heck is that?" I asked cluelessly. Hey, it's been a while since this whole...school thing.

"Just go to the class. Meet some new people, Andrew," Iggy smirked.

"Oh shut up, James," I replied. I was in room 2. Hmm. I looked down the corridor, and saw room 1 was right next to the office. The next door read room 2. Score! I turned to the others.

"I'd love to stay and chat, but my homerooms right here, so see you suckers later!" I waved, before entering the class. And I was met by blank stares. About twenty kids and one teacher. Oops.

"Your name is?" She asked impatiently.

"Ga-Andrew. Andrew. Call me Gazzy," I grinned.

"Can I ask why?" A guy in front asked.

"You don't wanna know."

"Well, Gandrew, I'm afraid you aren't in this class. You may want to try room 2," the teacher said boredly. I frowned.

"Yeah, see, my schedule says room 2. And this door says room 2. Ring any bells?"

"This room is 42. Someone scratched out the number." I raised my palms.

"What the heck..." To the teacher, I said: "I'd say nice to meet you, but...nope. See ya!" I flounced out of the room. Now I was late. Ugh. May as well skip homeroom. I looked at my next class. Maths. And guess what room? 42. Oh, crap. As the students I'd briefly met filed out, I braced myself for my next class. I mentally prepped myself to waste as much time as possible.

"You hearing the voices? Do what they tell you," a girl said as she passed me. She sort of reminded me of Nudge. Same tan skin, maybe slightly lighter, same brown eyes, but this girl had light brown hair.

"What if they're telling me to kill you?" I found myself saying. Her eyes narrowed.

"Then ignore them and kill Spittal. Or Taylor. Or Grant. Preferably all three," And with that, she stalked inside.

"She seems nice," I muttered.

"Nevaeh Privett. Good luck, man. I've had to deal with her for three years already," a blonde boy said, slapping me on the shoulder.

"Is everyone here like that?" I asked. He laughed.

"Only ninety nine percent. I'm Ross Taylor," he held out his hand.

"Andrew Griffifths. But call me Gazzy. Don't ask why," I returned, shaking his hand.

"Can't keep the witch waiting. Come on." Ross pushed the door open. I took a deep breath, before heading in after him. The teacher sent me a wry smile. I flashed a thumbs up back. Time to put all that High School Musical stuff into action.

"Dude, you already know her?" Ross whispered as I sat down next to him. I nodded.

"Unfortunately. Whose brilliant idea was it to scratch out the 4?" I asked.

"Ah, thought it was room 2, huh? Yeah, I dunno. Pretty funny watching the newbies, though. No offense, dude," he added.

"None taken."

"We have a new student today, class. Andrew, stand up and tell the class about yourself, please," the teacher instructed.

"Well, I'm Andrew, but call me Gazzy. Don't ask why, you definitely don't want a demonstration. Uh, I like...pyr-pie. Yeah," Probably best not to bring up the pyrotechnics now. "And...I can mimic voices okay, too."

"Yeah? Let's hear it, then. Go on," Nevaeh challenged, her brown eyes daring me to do something. An idea formed in my head.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked mischievously. She rolled her eyes.

"I don't know, doofus, you say something," she snapped.

"I don't know, doofus, you say something. That good enough for you, your Highness?" I copied first Nevaeh, then the Queen. Call me quirky.

"Dude, I don't know what that was, but it was awesome." Someone who just entered exclaimed in awe. I looked over to him. This guy had the same sort of...what's the word? Aura! That's right. He had the same aura as Ross. And Ross was cool.

"Yeah, awesome," Nevaeh said sarcastically.

"Thank you. Thank you very much," I imitated Elvis, before sitting back down. The boy sat next to me.

"Jason. Nice to meet you. What brings you to our humble highschool?" He asked. I shrugged.

"The parents are missionaries. They're on a...mission. Super secret stuff, y'know? We're staying with a friend. I'm Gazzy."

"Cool. Well, ignore Vae Vae, she's...special," he whispered. I grinned. Nevaeh spun around in her chair.

"Watch who you're calling special, Lauton," she said. Jason shook his head.

"You know, you'd never think she had a personality under all that. She's actually pretty funny," he said in awe.

"She does have a personality. It just involves a whole lot of attitude, spunk and sarcasm," Ross replied.

"Class, today we're going to be doing a review from last term," the teacher (I really need to get her name, huh?) said. My jaw dropped. I stuck my hand in the air.

"Hey, I wasn't here last term, so I have no idea what the heck you're-" she cut me off. Rude! Why you gotta-nope. Won't do it. Resist the urge.

"All schools should have covered our last unit," she replied calmly.

"I was home-schooled." OHHHHHHHH. Can we get some ice for that burn? Ross and Jason snickered. Nevaeh raised her eyebrows at the teacher. Another boy with black hair and green eyes smirked.

"Your home-schooling should have covered it, then," she retorted.

"Well, what was your unit last term?" I asked boredly.

"BEDMAS," she replied, smirking at me. I stared at her. Dr M's tutor had taught us that our very first session in maths.

"You're teaching fourteen year olds BEDMAS? I learnt that when I was nine. Bring it," I challenged. She didn't reply after that. Gazzy-1 Annoying Teacher-0.

"Well maybe you'd like to go through all the answers. To the whole class. If it's so easy for you." Damn. I didn't wanna do it in front of the whole class! But I can't just decline it. Grrr.

"I'd love to." Annoying Teacher-5000 Gazzy-0

Sorry if Gazzy seems a little OOC (I think that's the right acronym) but I was sorta rushed to get this up before tomorrow, since I've got a triathlon. Also, important questions:

Should I do longer updates (like, double or triple the size of these) once a week?

Or keep the same size updates and post them three times a week?

Choose wisely.

-HV

P.S. I'm serious about the character review thing. I'm updating, but I really need new characters. I can't update unless I get at least four more, like I said up there, and I know a lot of you have been on this, since it's had 98 views already. Sorry to nag, but it's necessary nagging.