The story of Thalia Smith
Two things I've learnt in life:
Stay in school
Boys are idiots
So if you're still reading this now, you'll expect it to be a diary entry, a story of a teenage antisocial caterpillar (not a butterfly, because they are social!!!) and a love struck teenage boy... But not with her. Then yes, bingo, you hit the jackpot that's what it is. As simple as an ice cream on a hot summers day. I need to fill in a few spots though, including my name, surname, age, friends and all those details. Well, my name is Thalia, plain, old and simple Thalia. I'm not unique like my friend Dallas, I know! You can already feel the Uniqueness just from her name! It's super unfair! Oh and my surname just happens to be Smith, I told you... Plain 101! Dallas surname is La'verno. How unique and original and totally not boring is that? I'm at the crunching part of being a teenager, I actually don't know why people want to grow up! It's excruciating, having all the extra "big girl things"! I went off topic! My name, nope said that, surname, said that too, oh yes my age! Why, didn't you tell me sooner! I am 15 1/2 years old, almost 16 and as you can already gather a huge, ginormous, terrible, lump of a scatterbrain. I actually inherited that from the mom’s side of the family, the Gratelle's to be exactly perfect. My perfectionist habits I sadly got from the prim and proper Smiths. And my brains... As you realized there all scattered. I'm "pulling your leg, Ahh no, not literally by figuratively" as my dad would say. He's quite the genius, if I may say so myself. He invented the Zubadare. "The brilliant, “A “class, intelligent phone. That can do your work for you" I quote from the advert. I technically come from a family of over achievers. By technically I mean, that ALMOST everybody is an over achiever, everybody except my sister Calla and I. Jonathan and Amy are big time over achievers. It's like not even funny. But fun isn't exactly their "word" so to speak. The only thing they are interested in is: Studying, sport and books. They sound like nerds and yes they are nerds. Calla on the other hand is a total social butterfly, not like the other caterpillars and I. Calla's into to boyfriends, makeup, clothes and Vogue. I would say "teenagers" except I'm one too. I couldn't exactly tell you how I hear 'bout Calla's "love life", well actually I could. Always, like always, when Will, our chafferer takes us to school every morning of the school week Calla goes into this "hissy, wussy fit" as Nick and Amy call it. Nick, Ahh yes. I forgot about him. He's Amy's boyfriend, I know, I said she wasn't into that stuff. Amy and Nick have been friends for ages and enjoy the same things so one day, it just happened. 'Magic' as Dallas call it. I don't really believe in magic. It's like magic, what is it? Is it one of those magicians at kid’s parties, or are fairies real? Nobody knows, that my friends is why I don't believe it. How can you believe something you don't know for sure? Ahh, I always get side tracked. Well at least I have you dear journal of good hope that might just help me to survive this year and moment right now. By this moment I’m stuck in Calla's car and she's surrounded by her many "Calla-bae for home- coming queen" campaigners. Well, I'm stuck right in the ugly, fat middle of it. Calla and her friend Bronwyn (Who I call PP- pimple person, the unfortunate truth) are talking about Nick’s best friend. Apparently Josh, is "hotttttt" although personally I would never go for him. I like Cal, he's new this year, "but there's something 'bout the sunshine baby, I'm seeing life in this whole new view, out this world for the first time baby, ohhh ohh" I really want to ask him to home-coming, but there's no way, I'm confident enough. As I said, an antisocial caterpillar.
I'm so done writing for today, I just got out of Calla's car and started walking home I seemed to have a trail though. It was Josh, why Josh? Of all people. He walks in front of me, well not really walks but runs kinda. "What do you want Josh" I said annoyed. I really just don't want to be talking to anyone right now. But just my luck, Josh comes along.
"Chill, Thals. I just wanted to talk" Josh said.
He wants to talk but I really, like really don't want to. But when his voice goes all soft... I can't help it. "Knock yourself out" I said in my sarcastic manner. Josh then pretends to trip and get knocked out. I start laughing, not in my normal manner, but the girly cute one.
"So, home- coming, is just around the corner, do you have a date?" Josh said. Home-coming, home-coming, home-coming. It's all I hear every single day.
"Nope, but I kinda want to ask Cal... I just need to. In a way. You know I struggle with that stuff Josh" I said. Josh gave me a look almost disappointed in me, but he can't be! I've done nothing wrong and it can't be like he wanted to ask nerdy, old me. He probably just wanted to find out what flowers or something for Calla.
"I, I, I can help, I'll get close to Cal and talk about you to him... If you want of course" he said stuttering. I really don't know what to reply. It's unlike Josh to stutter, or look disappointed.
“I’ll talk about you to Calla. Not that there's much need. She's already got her eyes on you, then I guess we'll be even?" I say. Maybe, coming to this year’s home-coming will be a good experience. Maybe I'll meet new people.
"I gotta run, see you later? Amy invited Nick and me for dinner. Bye Thals" Josh said. As he runs away I feel like I've lost something. Wait, no, he's Josh one of my best friends. I DON'T like him.
I finally got home. When I entered the house you could hear the pitter patter of my cat Mitzi, she was coming up to the door for our usual welcoming scene. Welcoming scene, aka feeding session. She gets her food and I make my toasted cheese. I sit at the table in silence. Well, until I remember that I haven’t been on my phone today. I run upstairs to my room, passing through the mountains of pictures on the walls. You could say that my parents were interested in photography. I finally manage to get my phone, when Amy walks out of her room, reading her book. Nothing odd about that. I start walking back to kitchen for Mitzi and mine’s “Welcoming session”.
“Thals, wait up! I didn’t stop studying French verbs for nothing!” Amy said.
“I am waiting, I am about to leave now” I said navigating every single movement I was making.
“Well, I did have interesting news. Someone likes you. You know I hate talking about this stuff, so are you coming into my room to listen to this or not?” Amy said, almost acting deviously. I have a feeling she wants me to do something. I just nod my head and walk in.
When you walk into Amy’s room, you get the feeling like she’s just living there because she has to. It’s half decorated and everything’s, urh, how do I put this? Everywhere.
“Thals, did I tell you Nick and Josh are coming for dinner tonight?” Amy questioned me. I Felt like I was getting integrated for being a spy in Nazi, Germany times.
“No, you didn’t. But I saw Josh, by Calla’s home-coming queen campaign. Just as I was about to leave, he followed me. He then started questioning me about home-coming. I think it’s about Calla. He told me that they were coming for dinner though” I said.
Amy look like she just had a lightbulb moment.
“Nick left that part about home-coming out. Huh” she mumbled, I’m guessing to herself.
“Why would it matter if Nick didn’t tell you what Josh said to me? Wait, how would Nick know? You guy don’t talk about me do you?” I shoot all of these questions at Amy. She just sat there for about a minute just thinking. I gave her the, huh, insert question mark, look.
“Well, since you haven’t connected the dots yet, I’ll go right out and say it. It actually amazes me. Every single bit of it, you not being able to connect the dots and all. Opps, going off topic again. Well Josh, Josh…umm he likes you. Ughh there’s nothing more I hate then doing messenger!” Amy said. I was almost relieved she had finished talking.