Blair Screams: Diary.

## First Page

*This page doesn't really mean anything, I just want to say that this diary is gonna end up sounding like a script or something. I don't know what.*

## Second Page

Mother: How was school, sweetie?

Blair: I-It was alright..I guess.

Shyla: Blair stop lying!

Blair: W-What? I'm not!

Shyla: Sure...

Mother: What lessons did you have?

Blair: Oh, the usual.

Mother: Mad Science used to be my favorite.

Shyla: Yeah, I can see why it is. \*giggles\*

Blair: Don't be harsh.

Shyla: Fine. Later, Dork Screams. \*runs up stairs\*

Blair: *What is her problem?*\*thinking\*

Mother: She's got no problem at all, darling!

Blair: What?

Mother: I can read other people's minds.

Blair: Oh OK.

Mother: She can sometimes be like her father.

Blair: \*puts bag on floor\* That's tomboys for you.

Mother: Honey, you seem sad. What ever is your problem?

Blair: Well...\*blushes\* There's this guy..I really like him.

Mother: Oh..right. \*puts down knitted scarf\* I forgot you were different.

Blair: \*starts mouthing\*

Mother: \*lip reads\* Yes, I know Blair.

Blair: \*facepalm\* I thought you didn't want me to be different.

Mother: Being different is good. No need to be ashamed of yourself.

Blair: I'm not ashamed of MYSELF.

*Mothers these days. Always wanting their sons to please any girl they can find.*

## Third Page

Mother: Good morning, sweetie. \*puts breakfast on table\* Did you have a nice kip?

Blair: Yeah. In fact, best sleep ever!

Mother: That's good. \*stands up\* SHYLA YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!

Shyla: \*walks down stairs\* Screw school. Too much drama. \*bleh\*

Blair: I think you're the one that's causing drama, drama queen.

Shyla: \*raises eyebrows\* DRAMA QUEER.

Blair: Hey, you take that back!

*We then end up fighting. It was the most childish fight ever, to be honest.*

## Fourth Page

Mother: How was school?

Blair: Gre-

Shyla: Rubbish. \*drops bag on floor\* It was rubbish.

Mother: Now what happened?

Shyla: I got caught smoking.

Mother: \*raises eyebrows\* Wait. My daughter smokes?

Scarah: Really, Shyla? Never knew such a thing. \*eats a bowl of soup\*

Shyla: Yeah. It's true. Wait..is it true you go out with Hoodude?

Scarah: We're just friends, no biggie.

Shyla: Yeah sure...no biggie. \*giggles\*

Scarah: I'm being serious! \*spills soup\* Now look what you made me do!

Shyla: Not my fault you got butter fingers.

Blair: Now you're being childish.

Shyla: \*gets out a box of cigars\* Is this childish? \*takes in a deep breath of smoke\* Ah..it's good.

Blair: It's childish for a teen to think they're cool for smoking.

Shyla: \*smoke comes out of nose\* I am cool, thank you.

Blair: I'm speaking the truth.

Shyla: Ya little grass. \*puts cigar on Blair's arm\*

Blair: \*ouch\* That hurts! \*oh\* Now I got a bit of burnt skin on my arm!

*God..this page is going on forever. Turn the next page for a killer Part Two~!*

## Fifth Page

Mother: That is enough! Go to your room NOW, young lady!

Shyla: Young? Nope. I'm grown up.

Mother: NOW or you're grounded!

Shyla: Rather be up stairs than listen to you're \*\*\*\*ing gob.

Mother: Do not swear at your mother! \*lowers eyebrows\* W-What are you doing?

Shyla: \*goes to family picture with a sharpie\* I am not going to regret this very moment.

Mother: Don't you dare!

Shyla: \*scribbles out mother's face\* Boom, baby! You're out the picture!

Mother: \*tears in eyes\* Rub that off. NOW.

Shyla: It's permanent. Eventually, everybody runs out of time and there goes the curtians.

Mother: P-Permanent? No..\*grabs Shyla's arm\* Go up stairs now! \*shoves\*

Shyla: \*falls up the stairs ouch\* Hey! \*cigars fall out of cigar box\*

Mother: \*grabs cigars and the cigar box\* This is being conviscated.

Shyla: That's what teachers say, ya big loser of a mother!

Mother: I am a teacher, in fact.

Shyla: \*stands up\* W-What? At what school?

Mother: St. Monsturo. A private school for 10 year olds to 17 year olds.

Shyla: Seriously? Wouldn't you live at the school though?

Mother: The private school lets the staff go home for the night.

Shyla: Awesome!

Mother: \*wipes tears away\* Sorry sweetie for shouting.

Shyla: Can I come back down?

Mother: \*smiles\* Of course, honey.

*Tantrum to a sweet moment. How cool is that? :3*

*UNFINISHED FOR THE MOMENT~*