Olivia's diary

Hi I'm Olivia,a 17 year old girl,and this junk you are reading is my life. And believe it or not I just broke the record of spending the most boring summer in the history of boring summers,I'm not saying anything more I guess you'll just have to read.

Author's note:the guys from one direction aren't famous in this movella.

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17. chapterb16

What?! our parents? seriously?!

'Ms. Marks, you are new to this...there is no need to call our parents" protests Grace.

"I think i know what i am doing, and you do not tell me what to do!" yells back Ms. Marks.

"Ms. Marks?" i say trying to to convince her NOT to call our parents, but i was interrupted by another ear bursting yell, so i just gave up and sat back in my seat.

She rang our parents and asked to us to wait for them, a lady knocks the door a few seconds later.

"You guys can come out now" says a lady, and we get out.

"Ok, so whenever your parents come just go inside with them, k?" she asks, and we nod.

a few minutes later Grace's mother comes, and they go in, discuss and come out again, and there is still no sign of my mom, so i decide to call her.

"Hello?" she says after a few rings.

"Mom, where are you?" i ask.

"Oh, sorry honey but i was actually at a beauty salon, but i'm coming now, just a few minutes K?" she asks, but hangs up without hearing my answer.

I sigh and wait, and after a while i see my mom running across the hall and coming towards me.

"Finally!' i say, "And mom, just cuz you're breathing heavily that doesn't mean you were actually rushing the whole time" i finish.

She doesn't say anything and we go in, Ms. Marks looks up from her seat and suddenly i see an evil look in her eyes, and she was sending that scary glare to my mom, i looked at my mom and she was looking as scary as her.

"YOU!" says Ms. Marks, she must know my mom.

And my mom replies with another "YOU!". 

And the rest of the conversation goes like this.

"YOU!"

"YOU!"

"YOU!"

"YOU!"

And i finally decide to stop their meaningful conversation, "Me!" i say, "What about me?".

"Your mom wasn't really nice to me back when we were at school" says, or should i say shouts Ms. Marks.

"Ooooh, so saying things my grandma wears better than you or, or some other stuff to make you a better person were actually hurting you?" my mom asks in a serious tone.

"Yes, yes they were" replies Ms. Marks to the stupid question my mom asked.

"Ok solve your problems later...please, it's my turn now, just let's do this and go" i say.

"Fine" they both say at the same time.

"So your daughter here, actually fought with a girl and they had a paper fight, and it ended up really ugly" says Ms. Marks kindly.

"And i'm so sorry for that Ms., i won't do it again" i say apologizingly.

"Ok Olivia, so what do you have to say?" asks Ms. Marks looking at my mom.

"Oh, honey did you really do that...again?" asks mom looking at me.

"Again?" i ask, but before i could say anything else my mom hits me slightly on my leg, what genius plan does she have now?

"Well, i don't know if you know this or not Ms. marls" says my mom.

"It's Ms. Marks" corrects Ms. Marks.

"Isn't that what I said? anyway my poor daughter here has paperthrowia syndrome" says my mom.

I look at her and give her the 'who do you think you're fooling?' look, but she replies me with the 'don't worry i got this' look.

"A paperthroia syndrome?" asks Ms. Marks.

"Yes, yes" replies my mom.

"What is that to be exact?" asks Ms. Marks.

"Oh, what is it? it's a..uhm.. a syndrome...were you throw papers when you need to..yeah that's what it is" replies my mom.

"You don't expect me to beleive that do you?" asks Ms. Marks.

And we both say "no" at the same time.

So she just asks me a couple of questions and we're done!

I go out of the office, i'm tired, i just want to go home and take a nap, i had enough drama this day, and just then i feel someone grab my arm and turn me around, and guess who was it? yup, Harry

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