The Secret Diary of BWOD, aged 14 and ¾

Saturday

Went to see the firsts play today. It was brilliant, they lost at last! I was so pleased. Of course I had to pretend to be sad but inside I felt all warm and cosy. At last people will see how useless Ugly Deansmith is, I thought, because losing one out of the last one matches is just awful. But in the chipshop later all anyone wanted to say was "Oh well, that's football, it was an exciting game and they made lots of chances and anyway they're still top". I was so angry! How can people be so shallow? As if being top of the league matters anyway without JOY and SPARKLE and DANIEL SMILING AT ME.

Sunday

I've made a new friend, Kev. He hates Ugly Deansmith too and he doesn't care about silly old league tables. He said how much he likes poetry and asked if we could write some together. Of course I said yes.

I'm a bit worried about Worthing. He's started dressing all in black and muttering to himself a lot. In double maths he used his compass and an ink cartridge to tattoo "FUCK OFF OUT OF MY CLUB SMITH" on his arm. The mean boys started laughing at him, especially SCC, and he shouted "You'll be sorry" and "Remember Columbine" at him. I don't think he's very well.

Kev came round for tea and then we went to my room to work on some lyrics. They went like this:

"Whenever you lose we feel so great
Deansmith is the man we hate
As soon as he's sacked we'll dance for joy
Daniel is the ultimate boy"

Posted By: Old Git, Oct 9, 18:47:31