My net diary

My name is Megan Shale, I live in England, I’m 16 years old and this is the story of how I met someone special.

The alarm clock starts ringing like mad; I grab the alarm clock and throw it out of the window.”OI YOU LITTLE BRAT YOU DON’T THROW STUFF OUT OF THE WINDOW” says a person. The person had an angry manly voice so it must be a man, his voice sounded like the type of person you didn’t want to mess with. I walked at my window, he had a bold head he looked like George Foreman, he was short and well built, his face looked like it was always angry and depressed, and He was around his late 30’s. I opened my mouth just before words came out he started shouting dirty words at me. I wasn’t going to stop so low so I quickly closed my window. I could see he was still shouting stuff at me by looking at his mouth I could mime out the words.
I walk to my mirror my brunette hair as messy as always, bags under my eyes, my blue eyes look as tired as always. My phone starts ringing, I picked it up I saw her name Rebecca Smith my best friend, I have a photo of her she comes from America, she has attractive blue eyes, curly highlight hair, massive boobs (unlike me my ones are as flat as a pancake),she’s the type that boys go out with all the time. I answer it. I heard her over the phone with an American accent “WHY AREN’T YOU AT SCHOOL YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE!!” she screamed. I backed the phone out of my ear "you’ve really got to calm down" I said relaxed as always. "Megan I can’t believe you can say that, are you even dressed!?!" She said trying to calm down. "Of course I’m dressed" I lied "OK hurry to school then" Rebecca said before I said another word she hanged up. "HOW RUDE" I screamed at the phone.

I got to get dressed soon or I will be in trouble not just by the teacher but by Rebecca. I grab my school uniform and get quickly dressed. My uniform has a blue and red tie with strips, with a smart buttoned shirt it was the color white with black smart trousers I can wear a skirt but I’m not a big fan of them. I run too my living room, grabbing a carton of milk and cereal. I shoved the cereal down my mouth and the carton of milk. It’s a quicker way of eating breakfast.

I ran out of my house and jumped on top of my bike. I’m trying as hard as ever to pedal my bike; I can’t even feel my legs. My face blowing through the air, the breeze felt so nice against my skin, but it sent a shiver down my spine, I hit the break quickly, bad idea, I was at school... but I ended up flying into the bins .I hear a loud American accent "MEGAN ARE YOU ALRIGHT" shouted Rebecca. “Yeah I’m fine I think I went to fast” I my voice said struggling in pain. I see Rebecca getting furious "TOO FAST YOU WERE GOING WAY TOO FAST!" shouted Rebecca in a tearful voice. "WHOA WHOA DON’T CRY I PROMISE I’LL GO SLOWER NEXT TIME" I said trying not to raise my voice. "Good" said Rebecca with a massive smirk on her face. The bell starts to ring, "time for school" I said worryingly.