Mary Jane's Diary., chapter 1
Aug. 10 2006
Dear Diary or Diary dearest or how ever you start these freaking things,
I guess I'll start with introductions. My name is Mary Jane Bayer. Yeah, I know Mary Jane..haha. My mum was a hippie from America, and apparently thought it would be funny to name her daughter pot. Yeah, haha very funny. Any ways, I like listening to music, writing lyrics, playing my bass and watching the telle. I live in Minley, England, the biggest crap whole you'd ever see. I'm 5'7, my mum is American and my dad was Indian (India, Indian), but he died before I was born. So I have dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. Though strangely enough I have nothing do to with Hinduism, even though I'm half Indian. My hair is a little below my shoulders. My favorite (A/N: I know they spell it favourite over there but I'm spelling it favorite) bands are Rancid, Operation Ivy (duh, if I like Rancid I have to like OP IV), 3 Days Grace, Smile Empty Soul, and Green Day. I hate My Chemical Romance, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte and Lincoln Park, they're not punk, they're posers. I like to wear band t-shirts, jeans, and either chucks or Van's. And the only reason I'm even righting in this STUPID diary is because my mum made me go to a shrink and the shrink thinks it will "open me up" and "help me express myself". She wouldn't listen when I tried to tell her that's what I do when I write songs. She (the shrink) says I should write in this when something happens, or when I feel like it. Which is not now. I hate shrinks. I hate parents. And I especially hate diary's. So, Bon Voyage, Adios, Cianara, Ciao, SEE YA!
Mary Jane
Aug. 11, 2006
I do not freaking believe this. Oh. My. God. How could she do this to me? I think I'm going to puke. Ok. I'll start at the beginning. I got up this morning at about 10:30, because it's a Saturday. And while I'm stuffing my face with cereal mum looks at me in a funny way like she's debating whether to tell me something and says,
"Honey, I have some....surprising news." and then she gives me this sickly sweet smile and continues, "Uhm, well, I've been having some trouble paying the rent, heat, electricity, and gas bill since I only have one job now... so your grandmother offered to take us in until we get back on our feet." she said this last part really fast, like if she didn't get it out now she never would. I was a little shocked, grandma Tanuja didn't really like mum. She had this weird thing about Americans. She says they're "all selfish pigs out to get us."
"Really? But grandma Tanuja doesn't like you..why would she let you live with her?" I know this sounds like something cruel to say to your mum but she knows it, grandma Tanuja has told her many times. Mum just shook her head.
"No not that mean old bag, my mom. The one in America." she didn't look at me as she said this. I felt my eyes bug out and my mouth sag, showing my breakfast. But I recovered pretty quickly.
"What?!?" I didn't know if I heard her right or this was just some kind of joke. But when she look everywhere but at me, I knew she wasn't kidding.
"What?!?, I do NOT believe this...why the hell did you do that?! We couldn't go anywhere else?" I was so angry at her. I didn't care what came spewing out of my mouth. UHG! I still cant believe this. My mum's head jerked and she glared at me.
" Do not use that kind of language with me, missy! I'm doing what I think is best for both of us! Would you like to live on the streets like some kind of bum?" I was so angry, I couldn't even think of a way to respond. I just glared at her. Then I stomped up to my room, slamming the door. All that happened about 10 minutes ago. Ooh, great, someone's knocking on the door. 3 guesses as to who it is....
Later
Right now I'm under the big Weeping Willow in my back yard. The leaves and viney things (what are those things called?) are so thick that you can't see the tree trunk. I always come here when mum and me have a fight. But this time I don't think I'll ever forgive her. She's ripping me out of my school, away from my best friend and to a different country. You'd be pretty pissed too. Ok, so yeah it was my mum knocking on the door..big surprise.
"Honey, I know it's gonna be hard to deal with at first, but you'll get used to it. Besides we're not going to be there forever. Just until we get back on our feet." she said this like she was pleading. I just stared at her. I've decided I'm giving her the cold shoulder. She crossed her arms and said
"Fine, be that way. The longer you have this attitude to more you're gonna hate it. Now start packing Mary Jane, we have 3 days to get out of here, so we're leaving Monday." My jaw dropped for a second but I recovered and continued to stare at her. She simply turned and walked out like she'd just told me we were going shopping. I was so mad I, I had to clench my fists to keep from hitting something. Then all I wanted to do is piss her off. So I walked over to my stereo and put the new 3 Days Grace cd in, turned it to Riot and put it as loud as it would go. Then I stared to pack by throwing things into whatever bag I had laying around. I knew my mum hated messes so I made sure I made a mess as I packed. I heard a tap on the window and looked over to see my best friend in the entire world, Mel. I opened the window and said,
"Mel bel! Where have you been? I needed you like an hour ago. I hate my mum." I gushed this all out in a matter of about 5 seconds.
"So, what else is new?" I've always complained about how I hate my mum to Mel.
"No, it's different this time. She's making us move to America. AMERICA! Of all places." Mel's face fell and she looked like she was going to cry. Then, she did. Full blown sobs. And then I cried. We just stood there and cried for about five minutes.
"When?" she asked when we finally settled down.
"Monday..." then we both started wailing again. Mel left about an hour later, with the promises that we would spend the whole day together tomorrow. And now here I am, under the Willow. I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Ciao.
Mary Jane.
Dear Diary or Diary dearest or how ever you start these freaking things,
I guess I'll start with introductions. My name is Mary Jane Bayer. Yeah, I know Mary Jane..haha. My mum was a hippie from America, and apparently thought it would be funny to name her daughter pot. Yeah, haha very funny. Any ways, I like listening to music, writing lyrics, playing my bass and watching the telle. I live in Minley, England, the biggest crap whole you'd ever see. I'm 5'7, my mum is American and my dad was Indian (India, Indian), but he died before I was born. So I have dark skin, dark eyes and dark hair. Though strangely enough I have nothing do to with Hinduism, even though I'm half Indian. My hair is a little below my shoulders. My favorite (A/N: I know they spell it favourite over there but I'm spelling it favorite) bands are Rancid, Operation Ivy (duh, if I like Rancid I have to like OP IV), 3 Days Grace, Smile Empty Soul, and Green Day. I hate My Chemical Romance, Simple Plan, Good Charlotte and Lincoln Park, they're not punk, they're posers. I like to wear band t-shirts, jeans, and either chucks or Van's. And the only reason I'm even righting in this STUPID diary is because my mum made me go to a shrink and the shrink thinks it will "open me up" and "help me express myself". She wouldn't listen when I tried to tell her that's what I do when I write songs. She (the shrink) says I should write in this when something happens, or when I feel like it. Which is not now. I hate shrinks. I hate parents. And I especially hate diary's. So, Bon Voyage, Adios, Cianara, Ciao, SEE YA!
Mary Jane
Aug. 11, 2006
I do not freaking believe this. Oh. My. God. How could she do this to me? I think I'm going to puke. Ok. I'll start at the beginning. I got up this morning at about 10:30, because it's a Saturday. And while I'm stuffing my face with cereal mum looks at me in a funny way like she's debating whether to tell me something and says,
"Honey, I have some....surprising news." and then she gives me this sickly sweet smile and continues, "Uhm, well, I've been having some trouble paying the rent, heat, electricity, and gas bill since I only have one job now... so your grandmother offered to take us in until we get back on our feet." she said this last part really fast, like if she didn't get it out now she never would. I was a little shocked, grandma Tanuja didn't really like mum. She had this weird thing about Americans. She says they're "all selfish pigs out to get us."
"Really? But grandma Tanuja doesn't like you..why would she let you live with her?" I know this sounds like something cruel to say to your mum but she knows it, grandma Tanuja has told her many times. Mum just shook her head.
"No not that mean old bag, my mom. The one in America." she didn't look at me as she said this. I felt my eyes bug out and my mouth sag, showing my breakfast. But I recovered pretty quickly.
"What?!?" I didn't know if I heard her right or this was just some kind of joke. But when she look everywhere but at me, I knew she wasn't kidding.
"What?!?, I do NOT believe this...why the hell did you do that?! We couldn't go anywhere else?" I was so angry at her. I didn't care what came spewing out of my mouth. UHG! I still cant believe this. My mum's head jerked and she glared at me.
" Do not use that kind of language with me, missy! I'm doing what I think is best for both of us! Would you like to live on the streets like some kind of bum?" I was so angry, I couldn't even think of a way to respond. I just glared at her. Then I stomped up to my room, slamming the door. All that happened about 10 minutes ago. Ooh, great, someone's knocking on the door. 3 guesses as to who it is....
Later
Right now I'm under the big Weeping Willow in my back yard. The leaves and viney things (what are those things called?) are so thick that you can't see the tree trunk. I always come here when mum and me have a fight. But this time I don't think I'll ever forgive her. She's ripping me out of my school, away from my best friend and to a different country. You'd be pretty pissed too. Ok, so yeah it was my mum knocking on the door..big surprise.
"Honey, I know it's gonna be hard to deal with at first, but you'll get used to it. Besides we're not going to be there forever. Just until we get back on our feet." she said this like she was pleading. I just stared at her. I've decided I'm giving her the cold shoulder. She crossed her arms and said
"Fine, be that way. The longer you have this attitude to more you're gonna hate it. Now start packing Mary Jane, we have 3 days to get out of here, so we're leaving Monday." My jaw dropped for a second but I recovered and continued to stare at her. She simply turned and walked out like she'd just told me we were going shopping. I was so mad I, I had to clench my fists to keep from hitting something. Then all I wanted to do is piss her off. So I walked over to my stereo and put the new 3 Days Grace cd in, turned it to Riot and put it as loud as it would go. Then I stared to pack by throwing things into whatever bag I had laying around. I knew my mum hated messes so I made sure I made a mess as I packed. I heard a tap on the window and looked over to see my best friend in the entire world, Mel. I opened the window and said,
"Mel bel! Where have you been? I needed you like an hour ago. I hate my mum." I gushed this all out in a matter of about 5 seconds.
"So, what else is new?" I've always complained about how I hate my mum to Mel.
"No, it's different this time. She's making us move to America. AMERICA! Of all places." Mel's face fell and she looked like she was going to cry. Then, she did. Full blown sobs. And then I cried. We just stood there and cried for about five minutes.
"When?" she asked when we finally settled down.
"Monday..." then we both started wailing again. Mel left about an hour later, with the promises that we would spend the whole day together tomorrow. And now here I am, under the Willow. I'm tired, I'm going to bed. Ciao.
Mary Jane.
