Diary of a Misfit

By Angel Okwuosa

Diary of a Misfit shares the daily battles of an eighth-grader as she endures trials and tribulations of surviving peer pressure, dealing with physical changes and balancing academics. It takes readers to the realities of a school girl's life, one who is christened as a social misfit by her peers. From dealing with school bullies, making one's life miserable, to the whirlwind puppy love encounters with the opposite sex, and all the way into finding the right people who share the same interests and hobbies, life as a teen or preteen is not at all a walk in the park.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Jul 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477119570

Angel Okwuosa

Anaecheri Angel Okwuosa was born December 18 1996 in St. Mary’s Hospital, London, England. She is currently a student at the University of Birmingham, UK where she studies Law. Her main goal is to inspire and change, starting from within by the grace of God. She has a blog (angelokwuosa.net) where she posts stories and poems and she has a Facebook page named Diary of a Misfit. She enjoys writing, singing, dancing, hanging out with family and friends and listening to music.

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Copyright © 2012 by Angel Okwuosa.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2012911559

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4771-1956-3

                   Softcover                                 978-1-4771-1955-6

                   Ebook                                      978-1-4771-1957-0

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgement

Intro (a sad one at that)

10-10-11 (Saturday)

12-10-11 (Monday)

24-10-11 (Saturday)

25-10-11 (Sunday)

26-10-11 (Monday)

27-10-11 (Tuesday)

28-10-11 (Wednesday)

29-10-11 (Thursday)

31-10-11 (Saturday)

1-11-11 (Sunday)

2-11-11 (Monday)

3 November 2011 (Tuesday)

4 November 2011 (Saturday)

8-11-11 (Wednesday)

10-11-11 (Friday)

11-11-10 (Saturday)

17-11-10 (Saturday)

Dedication

I dedicate this book to Victoria Hamilton and my dearest mother (Idu Okwuosa). Oh yeah, to all of my friends, especially Uzoamaka Okoroma. And my grandmas: Mrs. Josephine Nwakuche and Mrs. Ndembueze Ijoma.

Acknowledgement

Usually, people don’t really like to waste their time reading the acknowledgements of books, because they assume that since they aren’t in it, they have no business. Well, mine is pretty cliché, but still…

First of all, I want to acknowledge my Lord Jesus Christ, because without him, I wouldn’t be alive. I wouldn’t have had the chance to actually publish this book; my mom wouldn’t have discovered Xilibris (thanks a lot you guys for your wonderful contribution). I want to acknowledge my mom, Mrs. Idu Okwuosa, because she’s been with me the entire time, even when she was really busy and had other things to think about. I want to recognize my dad, Mr. Nnamdi Okwuosa, because he has always made it known that he’s proud to be my father and loves me, and this has helped me a lot. I want to acknowledge my annoying but loving siblings, Ogana and Odoba, because I wouldn’t be where I am without the two of you. I want to recognize the entire Okwuosa and Nwakuche clan, and everyone in between, especially my Aunts Ifeoma, Uzo, Tyk, KayK, and Oujou; my Uncles: Ekene and Emeka, and my nephews: Nady and Nachy because they’ve also been a part of molding who I am today. Uncle Joey, I can never forget you!

I also want to acknowledge the Okoromas, Ofilis, Ochefus, and Cokers. You guys are amazing!

Faith (Fiha) and Valerie (poshest human being in the world!), you guys are awesome! Can’t wait for our collabo to come out! Till then!

Chidinma Okoli for motivating me and also Bisola Owolabi for inspiring me; and the Atlantic Hall Editorial Board as a whole for encouraging me.

Shout out to my Week Day girls; Esohe Osaghae, Odera Ezenna, Bolu Dosumu, Chidera Nwachukwu, Vivian Amah, Sarah Onimole (I miss you!), Ezinne Orjiako, Ganiyat Asuni and Lolade Olatunde. Your craziness and hilarities and love has made me smile and inspired me. Pelumi Kuponiyi, your readiness to actually read my book made me confident. Tope, Adam, Segun Odumosu, I love you guys. You really made me feel special about my book. My entire set, you guys have made me feel good about my gift, and I just want the world to know that. Abisola Odusanya, you’re such a sweetheart. Thanks for caring.

I want to recognize my predecessor, Funmi Borisade, for mentoring me and listening to me even when she had better things to do. God will continually bless you, and I will always pray for you.

I want to recognize all the staff (academic and non-academic), but most especially my English and Literature teachers. They criticized and praised my various works, and it has made me a better writer.

I want to acknowledge my American friends in BOSTON, THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD; Victoria most especially. You’re the one that inspired me to write.

Intro (a sad one at that)

My name is Rachel Misfot. I have blond hair, weird gray eyes, an okay nose, and a ginormous mouth (at least that’s what Kristen Maloney says). Oh yeah, I’m also the official misfit of the eighth grade. Yeah, it’s official. My absurd classmates decided that it would be fun to have a hall of fame and other stuff. I totally did not care and was about to doze off until that retard named Dylan Sullivan brought up a silly title called class misfit. That’s when my head shot up. I shot him a ferocious glare to shut him up, but he went on; and before I knew it, everyone’s saying, That’s a great idea! And before I knew it again, Kristen nominated me, and the thing (Dylan, of course) seconded it, and in five minutes, I’m running up against Kevin Slavoskey for class misfit. And guess who won? That’s right, I did!

What an honor. I’d like to thank my mom and my dad for making me come to this ridiculous school, myself for my natural misfitic (yeah, that’s a word!) nature, and Dylan for his lack of common sense. Oh, and that obnoxious, Kristen.

Well, I was sick of my school, and I went ballistic on my mom and dad that night. So my mom gave me two options—I go to Alaska and live with my aunt Petunia, or I get a diary and write out my feelings and stuff and stop bugging them. I was considering going to Alaska, but then no one in their right senses would want to live with my aunt Petunia. The woman’s crazy!

So I chose the diary. My mom brought out a new notebook she got from work (she works in a notebook factory) and gave me five gel pens in different colors (blue, red, orange, green, and purple). I bet she’s been waiting for the day that her daughter would ask for a diary.

Imagine if I had chosen Alaska.

Imagining…

I am shivering already.

10-10-11 (Saturday)

9:43 p.m.

Dear Diary (will not use that term again—not my style),

My name is Rachel; I’m a blondie with gray eyes, yada, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah, etc. I’m not so good at writing out my feelings, but I will definitely try my best. Wait! Isn’t a diary a book where I’m supposed to write out my adventures and stuff? Well, either way, I’m writing. Anything is better than living with Aunt Petunia!

Well, I just got you yesterday, and I seriously don’t know how this is going to help me through the eighth grade. Well, I’m going to try.

Today was really exasperating, my dim-witted cousins from Maine came over for a visit. They’re not bad—just the exact opposite of me: outgoing, spontaneous, excitable, and boy magnets. My mom suggested that we should go out for a walk in the neighborhood, and I grudgingly went. It was torture! No, it was worse than torture. We kept on meeting different people, and I was totally forgotten as Martha, Marianne, and Emily were hit on by all kinds of idiots.

What are cute girls like you doing in a neighborhood like this?

From afar, you looked like supermodels. Up close, you look like angels.

Give me a break! My cousins would answer with a giggle and bat their eyelashes flirtatiously. I had to practically drag Emily away from this one guy who had golden hair and lovely emerald eyes. He was kind of cute—halt! I am so not going to think about boys that way. So far, boys have only made me want to tear out my hair (and theirs too) in fury.

Anyway, back to my cousins. By the time we were finished with our walk, they had given five guys their phone numbers. And just when we were about to enter the house, my mortal enemy passed by my house going to his house (which is right next door). Guess who it was? Here’s a hint: he’s dim, conceited, and retarded. That’s right, Dylan. He’s my next door neighbor.

I think I’m cursed.

Misfit, he said to me.

Yep, I actually am cursed!

Retard, I replied.

Touché.

He spotted my cousins and immediately switched to the charming dude (idiot).

Hey, he said, smiling that irresistible (in his dreams) smile.

Hi, Marianne said, smiling back. I could’ve sworn I saw her wink. She was the most disgusting of them all.

So you’re what, Rachel’s friends?

In her dreams, Martha replied, frowning.

Unfortunately, we’re her cousins, Emily put in, rolling her eyes.

Love you too, guys!

You really don’t seem to be that close, Dylan commented.

No, duh!

Why not let me take you around town? asked Dylan.

Totally! the triplets squealed.

Oh no, I had to put a stop to this before they ran off with Dylan and got me in trouble!

Unfortunately, they can’t! In case you guys have forgotten, you guys are going to Maine this evening! I reminded them triumphantly.

The only event I anticipated!

They all moaned.

She’s right, Emily said as she opened the door and entered.

Martha followed suit.

Why’re you such a party pooper? the revolting Marianne asked as she stormed into

Reviews for Diary of a Misfit

[Sharon Omoregie · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Nice story.
Although I wouldn't recommend buying it. It's pretty much like every wattpad crush story but a bit confusing. At a point I was confused by the characters but I guess that was just me.
I applaud her efforts to actually finish the book.
At first I thought the Female lead was 16 then I found out she was 16.
Well all in all, it's a good book. I would recommend reading it but just don't keep your hopes too high.
Thank you