Due to lack of posting, here is an EXCLUSIVE reward for you loyal followers! These are the …. special DIARY entries! Read into Sylvia’s, Esmeralda’s, Colleen’s, Terra’s, and Jessie’s diaries and look into their thoughts as they open up into their ghostly diaries–yes, ghosts can keep diaries, too! 🙂
Forgive the font, but it was because I was typing this on my computer and I selected the weirdest fonts I could for unique diary/handwriting stuff.
EXCERPT FROM ESMERALDA’S DIARY: New blood, ah new blood. Trust me, I’m not a vampire. But you’re close. I’m a zombie! Nah, just kidding. All I am is a transparent girl stuck forever in this horrible, unpleasing form. Sorry if I scared you there. After all, ghosts are better than zombies, or vampires. But when a pretty girl moves into your old house … you’ve gotta take revenge. You’ve gotta feel bitter—I mean, come on. Pretty. WB is Sylvia, most popular girl in school. And she’s got it all, a perfect life, probably. Except for the GGCA part. Well, whatever. You’ve got to have your fun with her. So what if I scare her a little? It’s not like she’ll collapse and die. Although, I admit, that would be fun! Serial killer that’s a ghost, like “Nightmare on Elms Street” or however you spell that stupid movie‘s name. You might have witnessed this girl’s torture. Oh, and did I mention one of her old best friends, Quincy, was my ex best friend? Before, you know, she got arrested and even placed in an asylum, and, the typical way to lose a friend, I died. So, yeah. Again, if you’ve seen her cry at night, that’s not the worst—or the best—part. No, I’ve got something even BETTER in store. Watch out, Gayle m’dear, you’re not that safe! Your little ghost-fighting daddy and bubby aren’t as slick as you think. In fact, they might just be novices. Especially when I’m finished with them. Novices of what, you ask? Novices of being a ghost, that’s all!
EXCERPT FROM JESSIE’S DIARY: I like Gayle. I really do. I’m glad Sylvia sent me to wait for her, because she’s actually pretty fun. If I hadn’t met her, I would’ve been like Sadie. Sadie doubted her at first, but as her leadership skills grew, Gayle became a goddess in Sadie’s eyes. Now, I’m partially mad at Gayle’s persuasive “goddess” powers, because Sadie acts like a puppy whenever she comes near. I secretly preferred stupid Gayle, but that’s just crazy. Maybe it’s because of Esmeralda? I have no clue. Esmeralda was that perfect, too. Little did we know about her, but oh well. Surely, there’s no connection, right? At least, for our sakes, I hope not. No connection between Gayle and Esmeralda—that’s what I’m going to be chanting in my sleep. I’ve tried to be friendly, but it’s just not working. I’m too superstitious. Hopefully, all this will turn out fine. Gayle’s innocent … isn’t she?
EXCERPT FROM SYLVIA’S DIARY: Well, I guess it’s official. Esmeralda has been replaced! Replaced with a capital “R”, I mean. Really replaced. So Gayle, this little bitch that’s supposed to be the girl I’m welcoming to our school, just storms in and takes over my crowd. By full force. Whoop-de-do, we’ve got another Esmeralda in here. There’s a startling resemblance, actually. Both of them have the crowd’s full attention. Damn, even Jacob said to me, “Sylvia, watch out! I love you most, but I just might have left you for her, if she’d been here a little longer.” He meant it to sound caring, but I broke up with him right then and there. And the nerve! You know what he did, Diary? (And yes, I know it’s nerdy to confess in you, sorry) He went straight up to Gayle and asked her for her number. Of course, she was seeing Radley, so she refused him. But, that still stings. I’ve blown Jacob off, but I spent the night crying in my room, Diary. What is wrong with me? Maybe no one else is thinking like I am. But as long as I have my heart, everything hurts. Maybe I can just leave this world. Leave … quietly … quickly … and no one will ever know. Or care.
EXCERPT FROM TERRA’S DIARY: Everyone comments on my handwriting, about how ugly it is. Of course, I can’t help it. I can’t help that, one night, when I was only a month old, I tried to copy the writing on my mom’s phone. It stuck as my handwriting ever since. All these little dashes and stuff stuck on my letters—they take me only a second to complete. Gayle, that new girl, is actually the only one who doesn’t comment on it. I love that girl to death, except she’s … well, I don’t want to say it. But, here goes. No harm done, right? She’s a … homie hopper. She is everyone’s friend. Just like Esmeralda. Huh. The thing is, Diary, I’m … lesbian. I think. I think, just because the idea got stuck in my head after reading Pretty Little Liars. Whenever I look at another girl’s butt to give her a “popularity rating”, I feel my heart pounding. From excitement, or just because it pounds? It’s disgusting, but I know what I know. Also, I have a hard time functioning in dressing rooms. I go in a stall and just sit there for a long time, until everybody’s left and I can dress without some gorgeous model taking her top off. I sound like a guy. Oh, God, I am lesbian. Who can I tell? Obviously not Gayle. I’ve fallen for her … oh, my God. Just like I … fell for Esmeralda. I confessed to Esmeralda, too. Nope, can’t confess again! Will Sylvia take pity on me? I hope so, but … oh well. Here goes. Bye, Diary. Wish me luck. If you never hear from me again, I’ve gone into a witness protection agency, or whatever those are called.
EXCERPT FROM COLLEEN’S DIARY: Well. I never thought I’d be doing this, but here I am, writing an invitation to Gayle Louise Ann Marks. It’s funny, how when she first moved here, I automatically thought, “Nope, no way is she coming to my party!” But, somehow, by some mysterious earth force, we’ve become BFFs. I’ve, of course, ditched Mackenzie, who seems happier “playing” with McKenna and Grace. Typical best friends. Isn’t it weird how Gayle reminds me of Esmeralda? Esmeralda only got along with me, out of all the girls in our group. Except, maybe, Terra. She’s beautiful and all—I love Terra—but sometimes, it just gets to me. Is there something wrong with her? I don’t even know why I think this, or how this conversation with a piece of paper and a pen got so far. I don’t know … just, once, I guess, we were dressing, and she just said to me, “You’re so pretty. I love you, best friend.”
Is it just me, or is she lesbian? Of course, I could be taking this totally the wrong way.
Oh, I’ve signed Gayle’s invite! Mailing it right now. Ew, diary, mistakes happen. But I still love my bestie to death anyways.
Well, enjoy! I am working on the second set of diary entries as I fight to regain control of Chapter 7. Look in later for more!