Ask Diddy your most personal interrelationship questions. Tell Diddy everything. Go on! We dare you! Remember, the reason Ask Diddy is added to the school newspaper is to help students interact with a fellow yet an anonymous student. All secrets told to Diddy remain secret. Dear Diddy, Dear Diddy, I am sick and tired of being body-shamed! I’ve been called a lot of names; hippo, a cow. I’ve been asked questions like: “Are you really going to eat all that?” One time I was dating a guy online and he asked to see my picture, when I sent one he just vaporized into thin air, and I never heard from him again. It hurts, I feel like I can’t do better because of how fat I am and I need help, I’m tired of being made fun of, of trying various diets that don’t work. Please help me, Diddy. _Fat Cow Dear Fat Cow, The fact that you name yourself Fat Cow is very disturbing. It’s almost as if you do not see anything better about yourself and it’s alarming. I

Before school ended for the day I found myself registering for the Taekwondo and Basketball team. I didn’t want to try out for the cheerleading team anymore if Heather and her mean attitude and side chicks were going to be there. Why bother? Charlie was on the team though but I figured she would survive without me. The last thing I want is to deal with Heather right now, I really do not have the strength for that. In fact, I was encumbered with more important things like the enigma that was Christian and why I was finding myself pulled towards him. He was such a difficult subject for me to understand. He was cute, dark, and brooding, a member of the BBC but still somehow brilliant. From what I was able to glimpse when I submitted our reports at Ms. Elena’s office it was obvious Christian was the smartest of the three boys. Tyler with all his good looks and money was kind of an average student but the surprising thing is Tyler has a record for being top of the class with Christian just

“ Can Jessica Underwood report to the principal’s office please?” The voice came in through the 2 speakers in the wall of the class. I started and looked at Charlie to make sure I heard well. She had a look on her face that left a bad taste in my mouth. The principal’s office was never good news for me back at Lake George. Why was I being called? Charlie shrugged as though she heard the question in my head. Was it another period prank by Heather and her side chicks? That was unlikely. Another possibility came to mind: the battle of pranks had begun and I was in trouble for a crime I did not commit. I heard Dahlia snicker as she tossed a glance Lola’s way. “She looks stupid with her eyes wide like that,” Lola said. I don’t know much about her except for the fact that she was Heather’s friend, bossed around by Heather and maybe Jordan or Tyler’s girlfriend hard to tell when every one of them is kissing up on each other. Heather laughed. “Relax Underwood, the battle isn’t on… yet. Go o

You know there are times in your life when you can just guess that some days aren’t the best days for you? Like you just wake up and know “Today is going to be fucked!” Yeah, I felt that way this morning. As soon as I woke up I got this feeling that something was wrong and no it wasn’t because Charlie was spending forever in the bathroom or because she was singing off-key at the top of her voice or that my skirt was slightly rumpled or that on the way to breakfast at the dining I almost tripped and fell or that Helen was at the far end of the dining stuffing her face with toast and butter and hot chocolate or that Annabel Reed said my chemistry write up was pretty impressive. No, it was none of those! Something was up and I could tell deep in my bones there it wasn’t something good. Whatever it was was making the hair at the back of my neck rise. It’s that feeling you get when someone is about to jump out in the shadows and stab with a knife, or when you feel you are about to walk int

“You slimy snake!” I bet Heather didn’t see the slap as my hand made contact with her face. The blow was resounding and silence that reigned after it was louder than the noise itself. For a moment Heather simply held her cheek and stared but not for long. She raised her hand to hit me but as she brought her hand down Christian held her hand and yanked it down with such force that she squeaked but my victory was short-lived as Dahlia and Lola both pounced on me. Suddenly all I could see was fists, hair was flying all over the place, buttons popped and in the midst of it all, I could feel Charlie holding me back as I tried to get a hold of Tyler’s smug face. “Enough of this!” The tone was commanding and authoritative and I was soon to find out that the voice belonged to our Principal Mr. Jorge. Great. Just great. I’m sure Mom would love this. “Jessica, Heather, Christian, Tyler, Jordan, Charlie, Lola, and Dahlia to my office now!” And so we found ourselves doing the walk of shame