Notes

Day 1
Hi, I'm Ann-marie Sutherland! There's nothing unique about me, until today that is. Like every other girl, I wake up, eat breakfast, sometimes it's a lean beef patty or a classic ham and cheese, I wear my boring clothes, but I do manage to Jazz it up a bit with funky socks and ribbons, I ride my bike to school, come home, eat whatever is left in the fridge then repeat. Of course, it seems simpler, and you might be wondering if I did dental hygiene or even took a shower in the mornings, and the answer is YES but that's not really the point.

Yesterday at the Duplex Mall, the one on 7th Woodchucker street, I was helping my Nona unload the Groceries out the trolley when this random middle-aged white man with the most stupid mohawk I've ever seen comes up to us panting heavily like he just came in first place in a marathon. "Hey! You girl, how would you like to be on the cover of the latest teen magazine?" He asked with a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, thinking it must be some big joke. I mean, me? on a magazine? No, it couldn't be. I'm not putting myself down for attention or anything, but I'm the most average Joeline (female version of Joe) girl you could ever imagine. For context, I'm olive-skinned, heavily freckled, dark brown eyes that almost look black, frizzy brunette hair that never has a 'good hair day', and not to mention I have the most horrible neon green braces in the world.
I looked him dead in the eye and said with a slight huff of my chest, "As a grown man, don't you think it's a little childish to be doing these pranks on gullible teenage girls? I mean, you can bring out the camera crew and the itty bitty mic, you're not fooling me anytime soon, Old man," I stated, crossing my arms over my chest, looking at him defiantly. My Nona looked at us for a bit before going back to unload the pigstrips.

How crazy is that? My own grandma witnessing a strange old man talk to me and not saying anything at all. Everyone thinks having a so called, 'chill' grandma is cool until she boarderline doesnt care about you.

"Relax Kid I'm legit, ever heard of the name Matt Renkins?"

"Nope."

"Come on, I mean I made Izzy Flanken famous. I'm practically the only reason she went on to be Gabby in 'Gabby'. Oh, her and Nikkie Douglas, or Kerry Webster. I'm big news, surprised paparazzi aren't swarming me right now for autographs." He was a little too cocky for my type and plus I haven't heard of Nikkie Douglas since I was a baby. Seeing I didnt believe him he pulled out some ID card. Expect it wasn't. It was an actual Campon Modelling Scouting Licence.

My jaw dropped in disbleif