( Extract 14) Edaline Simard's Diary of Completly and Utterly Normal?

          Officially four days after the dinner party

 

I'm sitting on my bench, waiting for Esme. I can't believe that after all this, I'm still here. I stayed here, where the normalness is driving me crazy. Maybe I know that somewhere in the heart of this town, there is a crazy, messed up person just like me.

I'm having second thoughts about that now.

The Populars are here.

And they're looking at me.

Now they're pointing.

And now they're coming over.

 

Oh Holy Apes, they're coming over!

 

                        Heeeeeeeeeeeelp Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

 

 

          The Populars evil lair

 

They're going to give me a make over.

Aren't they?

Why, why is this world so cruel?

 

                             Still in The Populars evil lair

 

I have been pinched, prodded, ruffled, shoved, lipstick-ed, and worst of all Pinked!

 

They took away my multi-coloured pen! And they gave me a pink one! They are the evil-ness of the universe! But they have been pinked! And another thing! Lianere is one of them! Why? Why did they take her away from me?

I'm going to start with my hair.

My lovely, lovingly styled black hair.

It is now silky, curly, and gold.

And worn in an uncomplicated style!

UNCOMPLICATED!

And my eyes- wait, my pen in black! How did that happen? I don't know, but I am thankful to the pen Gods! Thank you, Pen Gods! Anyway, they put contact lenses in- and now my eyes are hooded and grey. Why? And they gave me a fake tan.

I am now deeply tanned.

And they've stuck me in a pink crop top and a pink skirt that doesn't even reach mid thigh and blue tipped pink heels.

I'm going to die.