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Hi, you – or whatever I’m supposed to write in a diary. My name is Kate, I’m 17, high school sucks. I don’t know what else to say.

My stepmom gave me this diary as a present, but she knows and I know, and everybody knows; she only did it because her therapist said I needed a place where I can relieve my stress. Better than making me sign up for a sport, I guess.

If you’re wondering what I’m doing, and of course you are – a blue notebook with no lines (Why don’t you have lines? Makes it so hard to write properly.) – I’m in detention. Yes, that thing exist. And, I wouldn’t recommend it.

It’s not nearly as fun as movies make it out to be. There are two more students with me, but I wouldn’t talk with them even if I got stuck here for days. Before you say anything bad about me – it’s not because I’m stuck up – it’s because they won’t stop eating their faces out.

I’m not even sure they know I’m still here. Not to mention the sounds they are making – like two fishes slapping their tails. Good luck getting rid of that mental picture.

Anyway, my dearest diary, you must be wondering why I’m stuck here with those two.  

Our high school was hosting a bake sale where all the money would go in a fund for underprivileged students who go to this school.

My stepmom baked muffins, and her perfect daughter helped her at their stand. So far, so good. The day started, everyone went about their day, and it looked as if they will sell out in seconds.

But then the sales stopped. Little miss perfect couldn’t figure out why, and her mom was freaking out.

That’s when I got into the picture. I walked by their stand to say hi, and they asked me to try their triple chocolate muffins. I’m not gonna lie – they looked heavenly. The only problem was that those two geniuses didn’t try them at all.

I don’t think that even the Dead sea could be that salty. As stupid as I am, I told them just how salty it is. They looked at each other in shock, and, for a moment, I actually felt sorry for them. They spent the last two days baking and decorating them.

But, if you ask me about it now – I say they deserved it.

Lana, aka my step sister, aka little miss I-never-make-a-mistake, aka someone-must-have-switched-the-jars; blamed it all on me.

I should have known better.

When she crashed dad’s car – she blamed it on me. When she had a pregnancy scare – she said the tests were mine. When she ‘accidentally’ burned dad’s shed – she said it was me, because one time, I repeat, one time, two years ago, they saw me try a cigarette with one of my friends behind the shed. I think you get how this trend goes, little diary. She blamed it on me, like everything else in her life.

I tried being sympathetic towards her in the beginning. We both lost people. Her dad died when she was little, my mom died a few years ago. As far as teenagers go, we fall into the same category.

It’s just that one thing, where she’s spoiled rotten and hates my guts.

This bake sale has shown me that it will always be her way on the highway. Considering I don’t have my driver’s license yet, I chose to stand up for myself.

And, let me tell you – I have not felt this good in years. She was yelling at me, screaming how I ruined the day for underprivileged children. The principal came to our stand, tried to calm her down – but she was inconsolable.

I thought her blood pressure was too high, so like any good sister, I tried to help her.

I took that muffin, walked slowly towards her, waited for her to scream at me again – and shoved it right in her mouth.

That second of peace and quiet made up for all the things she blamed me for. Too bad my stepmom and the principle didn’t see it my way.

I’m not saying I’ll try to get into detention tomorrow, too – but it felt good finally doing something other than being a pushover.

You know what, I might just show those two they’re not alone in this classroom.

Talk to you later,

Kate