From the diary of Miss Stephanie Ellis, aged fourteen.
February 14th, 2007
Valentine’s Day
Aliens arrived on Earth today.
I suppose that’s quite a big thing, really. In years to come, I’ll probably tell my kids what it was like, where I was, and stuff. But it wasn’t really that exciting. We were given the day off school, so I went shopping. I think some of the aliens actually went to the school itself. Typical – I’m always missing cool stuff like that. I did find some pretty black boots, though, on sale at Next. Very sexy.
Dan Simmons is having a big party next weekend, ‘cause his parents are going away. He’s got a girlfriend, though, so he’s absolutely not my type. I’m not a slag. I’m still going to wear a low-cut top and show him what he’s missing, though. I’m so evil.
Oh, yeah, that Dylan guy talked to me today. I was a bit freaked out, and couldn’t escape. He said he fancies Ffion, and asked me for advice. I advised him to find someone more in his league – like the aliens!! I loved that, ‘cause it’s not every day you can make that kind of joke. He kept pressing, though, and I told him Ffion would never go out with someone like him anyway. He’s covered in spots and he’s scrawney as. And I think his gums were bleeding.
Wait, I forgot to mention! Nadia from Big Brother’s coming here to open this new shoe shop! I’m soooo excited, I can’t believe it, I love her so much. And it’s so not an issue she used to be a man. I can’t believe people can be so prejudiced.
Oh, yeah, at lunchtime, I got a text from Dylan, telling me not to tell Ffion he fancies her. As if I want to be the bearer of THAT bad news. God alive. I might Stacey and Karen, though. Although Karen would probably tell Ffion. Still, that’s not me telling her, is it? I’m more creeped out that he has my number. He must have got it off someone to send me that text.
Did I mention my boots? Wait, yes, I did, but I didn’t mention my sexy red tights. They’re to go with my slutty black dress, really – can’t imagine going clubbing in them or anything, but they’d be fun for a house party. Might wear them to Dan Simmons’s.
Just checked the news, and the aliens are trying to communicate, but only one of them speaks English – and he sounds about a hundred million years old, talking like Shakespeare. All thous and thines.
So, that’s all about how I spent the historical day when aliens landed. Bit boring really, I suppose. Gotta go now, Stacey’s come round, and she’s got a tape of the Dancing On Ice finals she’s been promising me forever.
Bye!
x
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3 comments:
Jesus. That's how you write a hateful character, then. What a slut.
Are you going to do more of these? One from the point of view of the mysterious and apparently very attractive Ffion, perhaps?
I'm not sure yet. I hadn't intended on making Stephanie a character, but I wanted to write more about Dylan. Thought it'd be fun to tackle it this way.
It was interesting to see this world through the eyes of someone who comes across as highly superficial. I think it works as a one-off- particularly as it fills in details about what Dylan's been up to. I think writing from the points of view of lots of other characters would work really well.
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