Luv u! by QuailyCat (best ereader under 100 .TXT) 📖

Chapter One

Okay, this was probably the worst day EVER!
I just started this new school, called Killer Goose High School. Yeah, stupid name, right? Apparently that's because the school is named after its mascot from 1997, which was a goose that chased people. I really hate this school.
All the people are WEIRD. I was given this person who's called my 'newbie buddy' that's basically supposed to show me around for my first few days here. Her name's Olivia.
And I'm expected to join a clique here, but I don't know which one to join, because the cliques they have are the jocks, nature lovers, nerds, and chavs. I don't fit in any of these. I mean, I hate sport, cause it messes my makeup. Who cares about the enviroment? Nerds have cooties. Chavs? What ARE they? I would only fit in the populars(I was the most popular girl at my old school), which they don't have.
And to add to all that, as I was walking home, I tripped and fell into a muddy puddle, which ruined one of my favourite mini skirts.
I wish my Dad had never gotten his new job, so we wouldn't have had to leave LA to come to stupid, cold, rainy, England.
Definitly the worst day ever.

Chapter Two

I don't know what to think of today.
I found this note in my locker, and it said:

Who could like me? It could be anybody. I mean, I'm super hot and all. The only people I wouldn't mind dating are the jocks, cause the've got all that muscle. Plus alot of models like I'll be in the future sleep in a bed with jocks. Oh god, what if my secret admirer is a NERD?!
Anyway, Now Olivia thinks we're FRIENDS! I would never be friends with a loser like HER. She's a CHAV, for god's sake! (I STILL don't know what a chav is, but I've heard other people talking about them as if chavs aren't good.)
I can't decide what clique to be in, which is really bad, cause I might become a LONER!
So I need advice. I wonder if SA (Secret Admirer)would help me...

Chapter Three

I got another note today. What's weird, though, is that it said the exact same thing.

Who is SA? I think I'm going to find out who it is. Yes, I will. I will spend a week, a term, a year, for all it takes, to find out my secret admirer.

Chapter Four

So today I found some people who might be SA.
In maths, I was working with a nature lover called Jake, who kept on touching my knee, and I'm not sure if it was on accident.
Then, at breaktime, a chav called Conner came up to the table where I was sitting alone and asked me to sit with him. I said:
"No way, chav."
He looked kind of sad, like he really wanted me to.
In english this guy Ollie kept looking at me.
Next, in music a cello player, Mark, kept choosing me when the he asked for volunteers.
As well as that, Ben the nerd kept sending emails to me during ICT.
Carter the jock is a definite posiibility. He lives on the same street as me and we ended up walking home together, and I nearly tripped over the EXACT same stick, but he rescued me. I know most girls would fall for somebody like that, but I HATE him. I really hate it when men touch me around my waist, where he grabbed me.

Chapter Five

I got the note AGAIN. I don't think I need to put it in here, cause it's exactly the same as the other two.
Well know I know it can't possibly be Conner, because he probably hates me after what I said to him.

Chapter Six

So I think Mark wants me to die or something, cause when he asked for volunteers he never chose me. Maybe it's because I broke a part of his cello when I dropped it, and apparently they can cost about $1100.00.
Then during english Ollie kept looking at me again, and eventually I asked him why, and he said it was because I was using his book. That was embarassing.

Chapter Seven

I don't have ANY evidence to follow today. I got another note.
Ben still sending me emails, Jake keeps touching me in maths, and Carter is still walking home with me.
Maybe now I should just go with this, trying to find the most likely SA. I'll record everything that goes on, like the emails sent to me by Ben, how often Jake touches me, and where (if anywhere new), and what Carter and I talk about and do on our way home.

Emails:

Ben: Hi. How are you on this fine day?

Me: Good.

Ben: Okay then. Have I ever told you how lovely your hair looks?

Me: Yes.

Ben: Oh, I have? I do apoligize dreadfully. It must be a scientific urge that every man feels around you. To tell you how lovely you are.

Me: Maybe.

Ben: Oh dear. We have to go now.

(I don't really email this to Ben. Just to myself) Me: YAY! NO MORE BEN!


Touch Record

Jake touches my knee at 2:02.

Jake touches just above my knee at 2:04.

Jake touches my upper leg at 2:07.

Jake touches my waist at 2:09.

I get up and slap Jake at 2:09.

Jake starts to cry, trying not to show me but I still see, and goes to the bathroom till the end of the lesson.


Walking Home

Carter: So, are you in a clique yet?

Me: No.

Carter: You could join my clique. Do you like sport?

Me: No way. It spoils my makeup.

Carter: Oh. Wait, you wear makeup?

Me: Duh.

Carter: But that's banned in school!

Me: Oh.

Carter: At least now you know.

Me: Yeah.

I don't see the stick in front of me.

Carter: Watch out! It's that stick again!

Me: Oh. (Dodges stick) Thanks.

Carter: You're welcome. Oh, here's my house.

Chapter Eight

I think I know who it is. When I got another note, I wrote on