Silence Is A Virtue

Rhiannon Spencer is just your average 16 year-old teenager: hyper, hates school, argues with her parents every so often, fancies guys WAY out of her league and has serious friendship problems. Of course, being a teen, Rhiannon's diary of every day events seems outrageous, but as the pages turn, more is revealed. Deep inside lies a troubled past, and a girl who's scared of the future.
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8. TV Trouble

Dear Diary,

I'm having TV trouble. There is nothing on. I should know this, because there is never anything good on TV on a Saturday night. If I think about it, I shouldn't be sat here with my parents watching the Fawlty Towers box-set my dad got for Christmas, I should be out with Edmund, but he's failed to make an appearance since this morning. I hope he's not getting cold feet. I was looking forward to having a boyfriend.

On the other hand, Maybelle popped round earlier on her way back from the prison. She said Ethan was turning a corner again- but a bad one this time. Apparently, he's been trying to pick fights with the other inmates since Wednesday. I silently laughed at this. I hope he gets beaten up. He deserves it. And I don't want to take any chances on him having his sentence reduced with 'good behaviour'. We will see I suppose.

Maybelle also said that there was going to be a party at Polly-Anne Barker's house. Polly-Anne is the most popular girl in my year, holds parties nearly every weekend and has an endless flow of cash to satisfy her shopaholic needs. I've never really liked her, but maybe a party's what I need. And if Edmund and I are dating, this will be the perfect place to flaunt our new relationship in everyone's faces. Especially Abigail's face, who is Polly-Anne's best friend. I told Maybelle that I'd think about it. I must ask Krissy and Josh to come. We haven't had a good time together in, well, years. Not since... you get the point.

Ugh, I've just looked outside. It's raining. As usual. There is no way that Edmund is going to come over now. Grrr. I would text him, but we don't have each other's numbers. How stupid are we?

Oh fudge sticks, no, please. My dad wants to play a board game. He's going to start plaguing me to play in a minute, so I will write again later. I better win.

Rhiannon.

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