( Extract 11) Edaline Simard's Diary of Completly and Utterly Normal?

           22nd of December, 2012

 

The dinner party is tomorrow. Mum says that I can invite a friend. I'll invite bench girl, cause he is the only person I know. Well, apart from the geeky girl I met today at school, who has hooded brown eyes and thick, wavy, ebony hair, and a tall and slender build. She has dark skin and delicate ears. She was wearing a business like outfit, and she said that she moved into town two weeks ago, and I told her I'd been here three weeks and a day( yes, I've been counting. I don't know how I got through three weeks without screaming. Wait, I did scream a couple of times... ) . She was okay. Not normal. Or not Normolville normal, anyway. She was carrying a book, and she showed me what it was called. It was Midnights Children, and she says that it is her favourite book. I'm more of a Princess Diaries girl, myself. Her name is Josephine Lestat, but she prefers Lianere. Anyway, I'll ask her, because bench girl is only up during the night( according to my charts) . Now, I must go. My mum has some friends coming over- their names are Sylvia, Willa, Suzanne- Bettye, and Lucille. I think that is enough said. Blargh.

 

                      Midnight

 

I asked Lianere if she'd like to come over, but she said that she had to go out with The Barbies that night! Oh my God oh my God oh my God! Soon she'll be reading " Girls in Love"  and start dyeing her hiar coffee coloured and wearing it fine, straight and short! So I'm waiting for Ophelia King, as I am now calling her, to ask her to awaken from her coffin on Friday night so I won't be alone in the world of The Real Housewives of Normolville and the Fishing Bills and Gym Larrys.

 

            Morning of the Dinner Party 

 

HOW CAN MY MOTHER HAVE CHANGED SO MUCH IN A WEEK? When we lived in Sydney she barely ever dusted, but now she's polishing, fluffing, and worst of all, she's been coming downstairs in a different outfit every two seconds.AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHH. Why can't she just wear a papter bag over her head? Anyway, I invited Ophelia and she's coming later. I just hope that she can stop me from stabbing all the guests and running away to India.