Diary of a Suburban Squeen

St Trinian's, audience member
::as requested by katie__pillar::

Oh. My. God. You so will totally not guess what happened! What? A painting? Oh god, who cares about some stupid old painting? Annabel the Cannibal took out Verity Thwaites. Uh-huh. Completely. I mean, I don’t even know how she did it, but Verity took off – no, I don’t know why, and she’s got amnesia now – and Annabel followed her, and knocked her out. Yep, stone cold. Like, unconscious. Miss Bagstock had to drag her to the coach. Annabel had used her phone. Bagface was on to their headmistress – yeah, the crazy one – so fast, I, like, totally got whiplash. She looked completely pissed off, though, so I don’t think she got anywhere.

The quiz? Who cares about the stupid quiz? We lost, anyway. That girl, Chelsea – yep. I know. Totally gorgeous – was answering loads of questions. What? Oh, god, shut up about the painting. So what if there were burglars going across suspended wires and stuff – oh, just something I saw – the main thing is Annabel knocking out Verity.

I know. How. Cool. I totally want to go to St Trinian’s.