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Post by Bad Beth on Jul 20, 2013 7:55:00 GMT
Here is the story I started on 9/26/00. Honestly I liked this story better than the other one because it had more parts to it I stupidly cut out for some reason. But I can see why I would cut the party scene because I wanted to make it shorter so I cut stuff out of it and it was still a long chapter despite all the cuts I did from it and changing parts in it. I may redo the new version again by putting back in the parts. I also include parts I had crossed out in my notebook so they will have lines through it. This is all from what I had in my notebook and it covered four notebooks.
The Original version of Natalie vs Veronica
Back in 1992, Natalie and Veronica were best friends until one day Natalie got in a car accident when she was coming home from her doctor’s appointment and she got injured. She had no control of her bladder and she had to wear diapers and Veronica stopped being her friend and became her enemy. Now it’s today and she still has her medical problem
This is war
Natalie and Veronica just can’t get along. They keep fighting and fighting. Veronica passed a note in class about Natalie and Natalie passed a note in World Geography that has a false fact about Veronica. Natalie breaks Veronica’s leg at soccer practice and hides one of her crutches on the next day in school. Will their fighting ever stop?
Chapter 1
“Stop doing that!” said Kelly “Sorry,” I said. “I just keep getting lightning.” Kelly and I were both playing Mario Kart. I drove through the item boxes again and got another lightning bolt. No again! I pressed the Z button on my controller. Zap. Went the weapon. “I-eee,” went Kelly’s character as she spun and went into the water. “Now see what you made my character do,” Kelly said angrily. “Sorry,” I said. “This game isn’t like Diddi Kong Racing. “Is everything going all right in here?” Brian asked. “Yes,” Kelly and I lied. Why can’t he just mind his own business? “Okay I was just making sure because it sounded like you two were fighting in here.” Brian went back to the other room with his girlfriend Kate. They were both watching the summer Olympics on TV. Brian’s my big brother. He’s twenty two going on twenty three. We were at his house playing Nintendo 64. (Who’s Kelly?) Kelly is my little sister. She’s twelve going on thirteen. (Who am I?) I’m Natalie Evans, I’m fifteen years old. I have blue eyes and blond hair. I don’t wear glasses or contacts. But I do have a medical problem (it’s a long story) and lot of people mistake it. They think I’m a twisted child just because I’m wearing a diaper. Just because they don’t see problems on the outside of me doesn’t mean I don’t have problems. I’m not in a wheelchair, I don’t use a walker, crutches, and supporter things you wear around your ankles. I just have problems inside of me. There are lot of thoughtless people out there. I drove through the item boxes and got a green shell instead of lightning. I released the shell backwards. I hit one of my opponents behind me. “Ahhhh,” Toad yelled. Kelly was way behind. She drove through an item box and got a spiky shell. She released it. The shell traveled fast. “Bingo. Bye bye,” said Peach. Kelly is Princess Toadstool, Peach. “Bingo bingo bye bye.” Then the shell hit me. “Ahhh,” yelled Wario. I was thrown into the water. “Sorry about that,” Kelly apologized. “it’s okay,” I said. “You needed to catch up.” My character was put back on the road by the cloud guy. In the other room Brian and Kate began to cheer. Now what? I paused the game and ran in the bedroom to see what was going on. The swimming race was going on. The women swam to the other side of the pool and back. What was the big deal? I don’t understand why Brian and Kate were cheering. Grownups. They just don’t make sense. Then I saw two women hugging each other in the pool. The announcer was talking. ‘I can’t believe Amy Van Dyken was being a bad sport,” said Kate. “She doesn’t like to lose,” said Brian. “No one likes to lose. She already won couple gold medals in nineteen ninety six. I was there,” said Kate. “You were at the summer Olympics in Atlanta?” Brian was stunned. “Yes. I saw gymnastics and swimming,” Kate replied. “My mom and dad didn’t want to go. The tickets were too expensive and it’s a long trip down there.” “I used to live in Atlanta,” said Kate. Kelly and I went back to the family room and played some more. I drove pass the finish line. I came in third. Kelly drove across the bridge and into the cave and then came out and crossed the finish line. Kelly came in eighth. “I-eee,” said Peach. “I came in eighth,” said Kelly, “and thank you very much for helping me come in last,” she said sarcastically. ‘You’re welcome,” I said sarcastically back. “I hate doing special cup,” said Kelly. “it’s too hard.” When we were advanced to the next course I press the start and quit. “What did you do that for?” Kelly asked. “You said it was too hard,” I replied. “I didn’t mean you can quit.” “I was just being considerate,” I said. “I was caring about you instead of myself.” “Well don’t,” said Kelly. I don’t understand why everyone gets mad at me for being nice. They want me to be mean and selfish. “I don’t want to play that game anymore,” Kelly said. “I wanna play 007.” I took the game out of the system and put in GoldenEye. “Me too,” I said. “I’m Natalya,” Kelly announced. I went to multiplayer and went to character select. Kelly chose Natalya and I chose Xenia and went to level select. I chose to do the archives and the game began. I put in a cheat code. I hope I was invisible. I got that out of a book. I got a gun and some ammo and killed Natalya. “Hey,” Kelly cried. “Where were you? I looked around and I couldn’t see you.” Too bad. During the game I kept killing Kelly. “That’s the seventh time you’ve killed me,” Kelly scolded. I giggled. ‘It’s not funny,” Kelly pressed start and was alive again. I knew where she was. She was in the room where James and Natalya met in the movie. I came downstairs and ran into her in the hall but she couldn’t get past me. “Hey. It won’t let me through,” Kelly said then she looked up at my screen and saw herself. “Hey you’re in front of me and how come I can’t see you?” “Because I’m invisible,” I replied. “How did you do that?” “I’m not telling,” and I killed her. “Hey,” Kelly yelled. “You told me to not care about you.” “You’re so literal,” she said as she turned the game off. Huh? Me being literal? Am not. She told me to not care about her. Some people just don’t make sense. I saw Brian come in. “Okay girls turn the TV off and the game it’s time for me to take you two back to your house.” I turned the game off and put on my shoes as Kelly put hers on too. Brian and Kate live together in this apartment. I called it a house because it’s where they live. House is a habitat right? It doesn’t matter if it’s a burrow, a tree stump, a hive, a cave, a forest, a nest, a web. All animals have their own habitats just like us including insects. Brian and Kate have only known each other since last spring. They met in college. They happened to literally run into each other in the school courtyard during lunch break and that is how they met so as days went by, they kept talking to each other, eating together, and before they knew it, they were already dating, and over the summer, they decided to live together so they bought their own apartment and Brian moved out of our house and Kate moved out of hers but they still sleep in separate bedrooms. (It’s a two bedroom apartment) Kelly and I were at their house because we were visiting them. My mom and my little brother Matthew were here earlier but Kelly and I didn’t wanna leave so Mom left us here. She told Brian to drop us off at our house by eight thirty. After I got my shoes on I picked up my backpack (my diaper bag) and went out to Brian’s car.
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Post by Bad Beth on Jul 20, 2013 7:58:51 GMT
Chapter 2
Have you been wondering how I got my medical problem? Well I’m going to tell you right now. One day when I was seven my mom picked me up during school for my doctor’s appointment. Kelly had hers too. But on the way home, I refused to put on my seatbelt so Mom made me put it on. But way up in front of us, some idiot stopped right in the middle of the freeway and caused an accident because the cars crashed into him and Mom did a very sharp turn to avoid the crash but she didn’t see a car coming on the freeway so it crashed into us on the right side of the car where I was sitting. I was hurt really bad so I had to go to the hospital. I was in coma for a few days. One of the nurses found out I lost control of my bladder because I kept going to the bathroom in my bed. I also lost control of my bowels so they had to put diapers on me. (Luckily I survived the accident. Kelly and Matthew were okay so they didn’t get injured) When I woke up from coma, my family was here. Mom, Dad, Brian, Kelly, and Matthew. My friend Veronica was also here too with her parents and her sister and her baby twins. When I sat up to hug my family, I felt something bulky around my bottom so I lift up my covers and found a diaper on me. “What am I wearing?” I said. “It looks like a diaper.” ‘it is a diaper,” the nurse said as she walked in. “So how do you feel?” I thought for a moment. I remembered riding in the car and Matthew was sitting in front of me in his car seat and Kelly was sitting in the front. Then in front of us the cars crashed into each other in the back of their car and Mom turned right and that was all I remembered. I didn’t know how I felt. “I don’t know,” I replied. I got to go home the next day but when I went back to school next week, it wasn’t the same. Some kids made fun of me because of my diapers. No one didn’t wanna sit next to me in class because they were afraid I would stink and on the playground kids would throw balls at me. Every time it hurt they would laugh and call me a baby. Every time I would play dodge ball with other kids, some of them would throw the ball at my bottom. The teasing was very contagious and one day Veronica started to be mean to me. She would treat me like a baby and she would call me “baby Natalie.” Every time I told her to stop, she would say “Oh what’s the matter? The little baby doesn’t wannabe called by her name anymore?” Veronica and I became enemies. We were friends since we were in preschool and then we broke up in second grade. After that happened, Veronica started to gossip about me. She would tell bad stuff about me instead of the good stuff. Sometimes she would make stuff up and kids would believe her. Every time I denied it wasn’t true, kids would tell me “yeah right.” (Author’s note: I don’t think I understood the word denial then when I wrote this) My second grade year was a disaster but I still had a happy life. So that’s how I got my medical problem and how Veronica and I became enemies. (Author’s note: Honestly I liked this better and why did I have to involve a drunk driver? Maybe because I wanted the drama and I hate drunk drivers so I stuck it in there and why would someone stop in the middle of the freeway? I guess that was why I changed it. Oh wait, tailgating, some people love to drive slow to piss them off so they slam on their breaks to they could rear end them and bam it causes the damn collision and Anita tried avoiding it but instead someone drove into her simply because she didn’t look before switching lanes so who was at fault? Oh well too late now to change it back or it will be editing in Natalie vs Her parents and it’s a hassle to do. I also liked how I told her past better too) When we came home, Brian followed us in our house. “You’re staying here?” Kelly asked. “Yeah for a little while. I want to chat with Mom and Dad for a little bit,” Brian replied. We went inside and took off our shoes. Dad came in the laundry room where we came in. “Hey all our children are here now and how are my two little princesses.” He grabbed Kelly and I and snuggled us in his arms. We both hated it. He was squeezing all the air out of our lungs. When he let go of us, I went straight up to my room. I threw my backpack on the floor and picked up my Tabby cat, Princess. She was laying on my bed. Princess started to purr. I sat on the floor against my bunk bed and petted Princess for a while. I heard Brian talking to Mom and dad downstairs. I couldn’t really hear what they were saying because the TV was blaring in the family room. I saw Kelly walk pass our bedroom. We both share a room but Matthew has his own bedroom and we also have an extra bedroom. It’s Brian’s old bedroom. His room hasn’t changed at all since he moved out except his clothes are all gone. His bed is still there and so is his dresser. His sport pictures and posters are still on the wall and his bedspread is still the same. Some of his belongings is still there but the biggest belonging he took with was his Nintendo 64. He bought it with his own money. Mom and Dad are planning to turn his room into a guest room but they want to get permission from him first because he might move back if him and Kate break up. Mittens jumped off the top bunk and ran up to Kelly. Mittens is her cat. She’s a black and white cat, I don’t know what breed she is. “Hey girl, what’s up?” said Kelly to her cat. She picked her up and petted her. “Kelly, I’m sorry for nailing you in those two games we played,” I apologized. “No, don’t be,” she said. “I’m the one who should be and besides it wasn’t your fault you kept getting lightning.” “But I kept killing you in that 007 game because I was invisible,” I said “No that was my fault because I told you to think about only yourself. I was so mad I wasn’t even thinking. I was only saying what was on my mind. I was so stupid. Next time I should learn how to be a better sport.” I put my cat down and went to the bathroom to take my shower. I took all my clothes off including my diaper. I threw it in the garbage and took my shower. After I was done, I dried myself off and ran in my bedroom. I put on one of my clean diapers and my jamese. I went downstairs after I was done brushing my hair. Brian had just walked out the door when I had just came down. Dad was watching the summer Olympics on TV in the family room as Matthew was playing with his dog Skippy. Matthew is my little brother. He just turned nine during summer vacation. He’s in fourth grade and goes to Saltwater Elementary school. (We live in Saltwater, Washington. The population is about twelve thousand) Kelly goes to Saltwater Junior High school and is in seventh grade and I go to Saltwater High school. I’m a Sophomore there. I practiced jumping on one foot as I held my other leg but then I lost my balance and fell down. “Here Skippy, fetch,” Matthew threw his tennis ball across the family room carpet. Skippy ran after it. “Okay kids, time for bed,” said Mom. “Aw Mom,” Mathew said. “I’m not tired.” “It’s nine-thirty,” said Mom, “bedtime.” I went upstairs and saw Kelly playing Super Mario Bros. in our bedroom. “It’s time for bed,” I told her. “Oh,” Kelly wasn’t listening.” She jumped up and hit the block. The mushroom came out and Kelly got it and grew big. Then Mom came in our room. “Bedtime,” she said again. “Kelly turn the game off.” Kelly wasn’t listening. “Get to bed, Natalie,” Mom told me. I crawled in my bunk bed. I sleep on the bottom and Kelly sleeps on the top. “Kelly now!” Mom ordered. I realized Kelly was ignoring her. Mom turned the TV off. That got Kelly’s attention. “Hey.” “Now,” Mom said. “I’m not kidding.” She turned off the Super Nintendo. “If you don’t go to bed, I’ll take the game away,” she threatened. “Okay,” Kelly climbed up the ladder and crawled underneath her covers. “Goodnight girls,” Mom closed the door. I started to lift my pillow. Then our door opened. “And one more thing,” Mom added. “If I catch any of you two out of bed. You’ll be in big trouble.” After Mom closed our door, I lift up my pillow and took out my flashlight and my Nancy Drew book. As I began to read, Kelly said “You’re still reading that book?” “Yah,” I said. “What book are you reading?” “None, I’m just laying down,” Kelly replied. Then our door opened again. “And another one more thing,” Mom said. “if I catch any of you two up doing something like reading, Natalie. You’ll two be in trouble,” Mom added. “Oh man,” I said after Mom closed our door. Then our door opened again. “Only time you guys can be out of bed is if you’re going to the bathroom, changing your diaper Natalie or you two getting a drink of water,” Mom added. “Okay,” Kelly and I said. I was already getting real tired of her coming in our room. Mom closed our door and didn’t come back in till morning. (Author’s note: This last section had eraser marks so it looks like I had written something here and then erased it and wrote something else. The joy of writing in notebooks and then erasing a part and writing something else to make it better. Also the last part made me laugh and I wondered why did I have to take it out. It was already showing how different their mother is. Her needing to be precise and pedantic for one thing so I found it funny. The kids obviously knew what she meant because they know the rules and she is acting like they don’t know so Natalie was getting tired of her coming back in their room. I guess even then I already planned for her mother to be different when I started this story or maybe just maybe she was doing it for Natalie because of her literal mind. but I still found comedy in this and wonder why did I take it out when I re wrote it for online. This story could use some comedy)
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Post by Bad Beth on Jul 20, 2013 8:02:02 GMT
Chapter 3
I got off the bus the next day after school. “Next time if you’re going to be my partner,” Bobbi yelled. “Make sure you’re potty trained.” Bobbi Manette lives on my block. We’re not friends. Bobbi was mad at me because our Geography teacher made me and her be partners. During Geography class, students had to get into groups of two but Bobbi and I didn’t have a partner so our teacher made us be partners. Bobbi just moved here during summer so she doesn’t know I have a medical problem. I ran to my house. “Mom, I’m home,” I called. “Hi honey how was school?” Mom asked. “Fine,” I replied. I didn’t tell her that Bobbi yelled at me when we first got off the bus. I took my backpack off and put it in the closet. Kelly was in the kitchen doing her homework. “Where’s Matthew?” I asked. “He’s at his friend’s house doing a science project with him,” Mom replied. I started to walk upstairs to play video games. “And Natalie. Will you give me a big favor?” Mom asked. “Will you please walk the dog, he’s in the backyard waiting.” Oh great. “And by the way, the leash is in the laundry room,” Mom added. I went in the laundry room and got the leash and went outside to get Skippy. “Skippy,” I called. “Here boy.” I whistled. Skippy ran out of his doghouse. “Good boy,” I grabbed his collar and put him on his leash. We walked over to the gate and I opened it and walked through. When I got to the front yard, Kelly ran outside. “Hey Natalie,” she shouted. “Mom wasn’t to know if you-“ “No I don’t,” I cut her off. I knew she was asking me if I needed to be changed. “Mom wans you anyway.” “She can wait till I get back,” I said. “She wants you now.” “Look,” I said. “She told me to walk the dog and now she wants me inside? There are lot of weird people here.” “Only weird people here is you,” Kelly said. “You take things literally and you get upset easily. No wonder why you don’t have many friends.” “it’s not my fault other people get me upset,” I said firmly. “Like there was a time in the middle of the night while I was sleeping, you poured water in my bed all over my bottom to make it look like my nappy leaked.” “It was an April Fool’s joke for Pete’s sake.” I use the word nappy when I’m out in public. No one knows what that word means. When I as ten years old I was looking up a word in our dictionary and then I found that word. It’s a slang word in England for diaper. “And there was a time when I was twelve, you put a fake snake in my drawer that looked real,” I yelled. “That was an April Fool’s Joke too.” “Now leave me alone,” I said. I walked off my driveway. (Author’s note: this was a good part too but could see why I took it out. Natalie gets out of school before her brother and sisters do so no way could Kelly already be home so therefore it would have been impossible for this scene to happen so I took it out but this was good sibling rivalry I put in here. In my hometown, the high school and middle school got out at the same time because it was such a small town of 1500 people so we all rode the same bus and the elementary schools got out a half hour early before we did and they started a half hour earlier than we did but because Natalie lives in a bigger town, I would assume there would be more students so they take separate buses and get out at different times, plus their schools would be bigger too) “I’m telling Mom,” Kelly shouted. “Go ahead,” I said and continued walking the dog. As I walked past Veronica’s house, Ellie (Veronica’s little sister) was practicing her dribbling in the lawn. “Can I pet your dog?” she asked. I stopped. “Sure,” I replied. “But he might snap at you so be careful.” Skippy snaps at people sometimes like they’re bad or something. “What’s your dog’s name?” Ellie asked. “Skippy,” I replied. “Is it a boy or a girl?” “Boy.” “How old is he?” I thought for a moment. I remember Matthew getting him at a pet store when he was six. “Three,” I replied. Then Veronica came outside to rollerblade. She dropped her stuff and put her hands on her face when she saw her little sister with me. “Oh my gosh!” “What?” Ellie asked. “Oh my gosh, do you know who that is?” she pointed at me. “No.” “It’s Natalie!” Veronica shouted. “The one I’ve been telling you about. She has the cooties and now you’re going to get them too.” “”If she had them, she’d be home,” Ellie said. “No you dumb third grader,” Veronica shouted. (Author’s note: I am sure a typical third grader has heard of the cooties so I took this out) “Don’t call me dumb,” Ellie shouted back. Veronica ignored her. “Cooties don’t keep you home. They keep you from having people around you. they have to stay away from you and can’t sit next to you and across from you.” “That sounds mean.” “It is mean,” Veronica said, “but that’s the only way to protect themselves. If they were forced to be around you, they would have to cross their fingers. So since you touched Natalie, you have the cooties now.” “I never touched her,” Ellie said. “Yeah but you touched her dog and now you have the cooties.” Ellie put her hands in the grass. “Now the grass has the cooties,” she said. Then she realized she left her soccer ball in the lawn. She crossed her fingers and got it. “Do you play soccer?” she asked me. “Yeah,” I replied. “Ooo your teammates are going to have the cooties now,” Veronica taunted. I ignored her. (Author’s note: Since I don’t think soccer leagues exist for older teens because high schools have them, I decided Natalie plays for her school so that way she still plays soccer and the original characters still exist so this part was taken out as well and I also made Veronica be her teammate so she still breaks her leg. But since kids in her school are mean, I made her teammates be mean to her too from nice and understanding) “So how long have you been playing soccer?” I asked. “This is my third time,” Ellie replied. “I’ve been playing since I was five.” I was confused. “Five,” I repeated. “How old are you? Eight?” “Eight. How did you know I was that old?” “Well,” I explained. “Your sister and I were best friends in preschool through second grade and I remember your sister telling me in the beginning of second grade that you and your brother were born over the summer.” “You have a good memory.” “Thanks,” I said. Ellie has a brother who’s the same age as her and they were also born on the same day. “So if you started playing soccer when you were five,” I said, “then this would be your fourth time.” “My mom forgot to sign me up last year.” “Oh,” I said. I’m so dumb. “Is it true you really wear diapers?” Ellie asked. “What?” “Never mind.” (Author’s note: I took this out too because I figured it was pointless and she already knows she wears them because I am sure her sister has told her and has heard about it through people so no point in this part so I took it out) Phew. Saved by that word. I was speechless. I didn’t know if I should say yes or no. if I said no, she would believe me but she would find out later that I lied to her and she would be mad at me and think I’m a liar. If I said yes, she would probably be mean to me just like Veronica. Then Veronica’s mom came out through the garage with Ellie’s twin brother James. “Are you ready for soccer practice Ellie?” Mrs. Roberta asked. Roberta is their last name. Veronica stopped taunting when she heard her mom. “What were you saying Veronica?” Mrs. Roberta asked. “I didn’t say anything,” Veronica lied. “Don’t lie to me young lady. I know you were saying something?” Mrs. Roberta said firmly. “She was making fun of us,” Ellie said. “Mind your own business,” Veronica yelled. “No TV for you Veronica for a week,” said Mrs. Roberta. “Including video games.” I saw a look on Veronica’s face. She was really mad. She picked up her rollerblading equipment and got in the car with Ellie. “Hi Natalie,” Mrs. Roberta greeted me. “I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s school going?” “Okay,” I replied. “I get teased sometimes and they get into trouble but I’m still doing fine, I’m getting my work done.” “That’s great,” she said. She got in the car and backed off the driveway. I started to walk Skippy some more. (Author’s note: Unfortunately I had to take this part out too because it wouldn’t go with the current one when I re wrote it for online. Plus Veronica was done teasing her sister by the time her mother came out so she didn’t catch her)
When I got home, Mom was standing in the hallway frowning. I bet she was wondering where I was. “I walked the dog just what you told me to,” I informed. “Kelly told you I needed you,” Mom scolded. “And you told me to walk the dog,” I said angrily. “Just as I’m starting you want me again? You could have waited till I got back.” “Don’t talk to me like that young lady. I just wanted to ask you if you had any homework.do you have any?” (Author’s note: What the hell is wrong with her? She couldn’t wait until her daughter got home to ask?) “Yes,” I replied. “What kind?” “Math.” I got my homework out of my backpack and sat down at the kitchen table. I started to cry as I did it. “Now what’s wrong?” Mom asked. “When Kelly told me you wanted me,” I said. “I thought you were going to diaper check me to see if I needed to be changed.” “Wow what made you think that?” “Because you’re always asking me if I needed to be changed every time when I get up, and you ask me every bedtime, every lunchtime, and every time I come home from school so that’s why I didn’t listen to Kelly.” “Oh Natalie I’m sorry I yelled at you,” Mom apologized. “I thought you ran off because you didn’t want me to ask you if you had any homework.” “Mom, can I stop wearing diapers?” I complained. “They’ve been driving me crazy lately.” “No you may not,” Mom replied. “The good thing about them is you don’t need to take a bathroom break,” Kelly added. “That’s true,” Mom added. “At least you guys don’t need to take a changing break,” I said. (Author’s note: Notice the absence of Amy? She didn’t exist in this story and I created her and added her in during the re write. I couldn’t see two parents leaving their kid struggling I school with school work and letting her fail and get poor grades and after all she wouldn’t be able to do soccer if she didn’t get good grades so she needed a tutor or just have her in in special ed in school with an aid but I doubt her school would pay for an aid because of my own experience there and they didn’t want to pay money for one when I was entering middle school so we moved. Also I don’t think a teen would be stupid to think they can just give up diapers if they are incontinent. They would wet and mess themselves if they quit wearing them so why would Natalie want to ask if she can just quit? Did she think she can just get control of her bowels and bladder back? But it was my attitude about my pills when I was 10 and 11 and hers is about her diapers. But you can’t really compare the two. Also saying at least she doesn’t need to take a potty break is very ignorant and with her wearing for eight years, they should all know how inconvenient it all is for the whole entire family and her. Plus with her wearing for eight years, I am sure she would know there is no chance of her gaining her control back over her bodily functions) Kelly didn’t say anything. She went back to doing her homework. Mom looked at the clock. “Kids, I’m going to pick up Matthew ,” Mom said. “I’m trusting you two to keep working while I’m gone. Babysit each other to make sure you don’t get up to do something else. If you’re done you can play.” She got her purse and walked out the door. “I’m leaving,” she said. “Bye.” We heard the door closed. Kelly closed her English book. “This work is too easy,” she said. “Wow good for you,” I said sarcastically. The work I was doing was hard. I had algebra. I know algebra but I couldn’t do it because of the way it was written. The questions weren’t making any sense, so I did my best. I wanted to get my work done so I could have free time. Kelly went in the family room and turned on the TV. She turned to Nickelodeon. “We’re back,” Mom said as she came in through the front door about thirty minutes later. Matthew ran in the family room as Kelly was watching Catdog. “Hey Matthew how’s your science project going,” she asked. “Great,” he replied. “We’re almost done with it.” Matthew and Zachary are doing a science project on the planets. After I was done with my homework, Rugrats were already on. I put my homework in my backpack and watched the rest of the show with my brother and sister. When the show was over, I went upstairs to shave my legs. After I was done, Mom changed my diaper. “I’m home,” Dad called downstairs. I put my jamese on after Mom left my room. Then I found Mittens laying on Kelly’s bed and Princess laying on mine. I thought it was cute. I began to wonder what was going to happen to me and Veronica in school tomorrow. That was when all the troubles began. (Author’s note: I had rewritten the whole entire ending of this chapter in the new version of this story. I could have kept the science project part and them watching TV and the cats laying on their beds but I didn’t think if it then. I also didn’t think a parent would still be changing their teen if they are capable of doing it themselves so I only had her change her daughter on school mornings while getting her dressed. But apparently some parents do change their incontinent teens based on what I have read online in AB/DL communities by people with it who post in them)
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Post by Bad Beth on Jul 20, 2013 8:05:05 GMT
Chapter 4
I slammed my locked closed the next day in school. I had a rough morning. I slept in and I had to skip breakfast. I went to English and sat down in a desk. Across from me, Liz, had her fingers crossed. Veronica probably told her I had the cooties. Liz is a girl in my class. I don’t know her very well. I never sat with her and never talked to her. Then the bell rang. Everybody sat down in their seats. Mr. Humphy came in our class and started class. I saw Veronica take out a piece of paper and wrote something down and passed it on. I knew the note was about me. Kids read it and giggled and they passed it on. Our teacher wrote MM on the board. It looked like numeral numbers. “Can anyone tell me what these two letters mean?” he asked. I raised my hand. Mr. Humphy called on me. “Yes?” “Those look like numeral numbers up there in years,” I said. “They are,” he said, and he said to the class. “Can any of you tell me what this year says in numeral numbers? I’ll give you a couple of minutes to think about it.” I already knew the answer. I learned how to read numeral in years in the Almanac For Kids book when I was eleven. Then the note was passed to Liz. She unfolded it and read it. “This is mean,” she said quietly to herself and kept it. “Times up,” said Mr. Humphy. “Okay who knows what this numeral year says?” Everyday our teacher asks us a trivia question and whoever gets it right wins a prize. No one knew the answer. I never get any trivia questions right so I raised my hand. “Natalie,” Mr. Humphy called. “Two thousand,” I replied. “That is correct,” he said and he gave me a twenty dollar buck. Everyone was shocked. “How did she know that?” Veronica said. She was very mad. “Now Natalie,” Mr. Humphy said. “Tell me where did you learn how to read those numeral numbers?” “One day when I was in sixth grade I was home from school because I had the flu and my mom kept me in bed. I was so bored I read the Almanac book for kids and that was when I learned how to read numeral numbers.” “Do you learn stuff pretty quick?” “Sometimes,” I replied. “Depends on my interest.” Liz raised her hand. Mr. Humphy called on her. “Yes?” “Someone was passing this mean note around,” she tattled. “Why don’t you give it to me?” Liz gave the note to him and he put it on the front of the board. After class was over I walked up to the front of the classroom and picked up the note and read it.
Natalie Evens Stinks
I was very mad. How am I going to get back at Veronica? She hurt my feelings. I didn’t choose to wear diapers. I was forced to. If I don’t wear them, I’ll have an accident. When I got to the next class, I bugged Veronica. “Here comes the cootie person,” I said. “Aaah get away from me,” she said. I chased her around the classroom. Then our Geography teacher stopped us. We sat down in our seats. Then the tardy bell rang. Everyone got in their seats and class began. (Author’s note: This was also good too but shame I had to take it out because Veronica had to stay a few minutes after class so this part wouldn’t have happened so I took it out) Veronica did note passing again about me. I wonder what she wrote this about me this time. I took out a piece of paper and wrote something about Veronica.
Veronica wets the bed
Of course Veronica doesn’t wet the bed, I just wanted to get even with her. I past the note around, kids looked stunned when they read it. “Okay everyone take out a piece of paper,” Mr. Sippy told us. “We’re going to take notes.” (Author’s note: I don’t remember any note taking in Geography so I took it out. I did have the same teacher for Politics and Geography so I may have gotten them mixed up. I think I also had him for current events too. It wasn’t uncommon for teachers in small schools to teach more than one subject or teach more than one English. It was a small school of 400 students and then 350, Natalie’s school would have more students maybe around 800. Given that it’s only three grades, it could be less than that but I only took a guess because if Whitefish, Montana had 510 students enrolled in the 2009-10 school year and the town population is 6,000 and Polson, MT had 490 enrolled in the 2009-10 school year and the town population is 4,000 added 4,000 more people to town and that would be more students. I don’t even know if teaches in big high schools teach more than one subject. Also when I wrote this story, I had her be a World History teacher but because that was a freshman subject and Geography was a sophomore topic, I changed it when I wrote this back then and I wasn’t even a sophomore yet) Mrs. Sippy is our World Geography teacher. Her name sounds like Mississippi every time you say it. Mrs. Sippy turned on the overhead. She already had notes on it about South America. We’re learning about it. (Author’s note: More World History crap) We began to copy down the notes. Half of the class got done. “Who’s not done?” Mrs. Sippy asked. I raised my hand. “Okay I’ll wait till everyone’s done,” she said. I took my time copying. A couple minutes later our teacher asked if we were all done copying. Everyone was. Ms. Sippy rolled the overhead paper up. (Author’s note: Oh the joy of note taking and how I couldn’t keep up with the writing and everything went too fast. Good thing I had an aid) “Hey, I’m not finished,” I said. “I’ll let you finish later,” she said, “till everyone’s done.” “But you said you’ll wait till everyone’s done,” I protested. “I’m sorry. You’re not the only one in this class,” Mrs. Sippy apologized. But you said you’ll wait till everyone’s done,” I protested again. “I didn’t finish either Natalie,” said Jennifer. “I can’t believe you lied to us,” I cried. “I didn’t lie,” said Mrs. Sippy. “Yes you did,” I said. “You said you would wait till everyone’s done. I can’t believe you lied to me and Jennifer.” “If you keep arguing with me young lady, I’ll send you to the office,” said Mrs. Sippy. “I’m not arguing with you,” I corrected. “You told us you’ll wait till everyone’s done and I don’t like it when people lie to me.” “And I don’t like it when students argue with me,” she said back. “I’m not arguing with you,” I said. I was getting frustrated. “I’m telling you Mrs. Sippy you said you’ll wait till everyone’s finish.” “If you argue with me one more time. I’ll send you to the office,” Mrs. Sippy threatened. “I’m not arguing.” (Author’s note: Okay this part was good. So frustrating when people don’t stick to what they say and then claim they didn’t lie but sadly I had to take it out because this is Geography, not World History)
I was sent to the principal’s office. I was told to sit in the isolation room where kids go when they’re in trouble. Next to me sat another kid. He looked about two years older than me, maybe three. “What did you do?” he asked. “Who are you?” I asked. I don’t like boys. I think they’re weird, disgusting, loud, messy, noisy, and they’re mean to me. “Seth. I got in trouble for telling my teacher to shut up,” he replied. “And I got in trouble for convicting the teacher of lying to me,” I said. “Did she really lie?” Seth asked. “Yes. We were taking notes and she said she would wait till everyone was done copying. But before I was finished she moved on by rolling the notes up on the overhead.” “Didn’t you tell her you weren’t finish?” “Yes, but she said I’ll do it later. She lied to me.” “She didn’t lie to you. She told you she’ll let you finish later.” “Yeah but she said she’ll wait till everyone was done and I was one of them.” “So you were being literal then,” he said. (Author’s note: And people play the literal card on you) I sat back and sighed. That’s what everyone says. Then Ms. Penny came in, our principal. “Okay Seth are you ready to explain to me what happened in class?” “It was an accident,” he said. “I didn’t mean to tell her to shut up it slipped.” (Author’s note: I am sure the principal would talk to him alone in private instead of in front of another student so good thing I took this out and it wouldn’t have go with the new version anyway because I took the other part out. When a student gets into trouble, it’s always kept private when they talk to the person about what they did wrong but sometimes teachers do get unprofessional about it and tell the whole class what they did to a student or a teacher yelling at a student in front of everyone so this part could have been plausible. Just an unprofessional principal and no wonder Natalie’s parents don’t like her or Brian) “Okay,” said Ms. Penny, “Then I guess it’s something we have to work on. That’s the fifth time that’s happened to you this year since school started.” They both left. I was the only one in the isolation room now. I don’t understand why I got in trouble. All I did was I told the teacher that she lied to me. Then the whole room began to smell. I hate slushing in my diaper. I don’t do it on purpose, it just happen. Reason I hate it is because it’s icky, and smelly, and it’s messy. I wish there were windows in here so I could open them to let the smell out. Then Ms. Penny came back. Right away she noticed the smell. She ignored it. She knows I have a medical problem. “So,” she began, “what happened in class?” I told her what happened but Ms. Penny shook her head. “I don’t think that was the reason why you were sent down here.” I sighed and sat back in my chair. Then Mrs. Sippy came in. “During class as we were taking notes she got mad when I moved the notes up on the overhead. I told her I would let her finish when we’re done but she got even madder. As I sent her to the principal’s office for arguing with me, she stuck her tongue out at Veronica.” “She was making fun of me,” I said. “I didn’t hear her,” Mrs. Sippy said. “Of course you didn’t,” I said. “She was whispering.” (Author’s note: Ugh remember the times when you were bullied, kids would do it quietly just to get away with it so the teacher wouldn’t hear them and you had to be the one to get in trouble because you were the only one being loud or got caught with misbehavior due to being provoked? Then the teacher wouldn’t seem to care what the person was doing to you and didn’t seem to believe you either when you would tell them) “Excuse me, we’re talking,” said Mrs. Sippy. They continued talking. When I was excused to go back to class I changed my diaper in the stall in the bathroom and went back to world geography. Kids started to taunt at me. Not all of them were doing it. “Oh Natalie. Where’s your bottle?” Tara sang. “Hey Natalie. What’s it like sleeping in a crib?” Caitlin asked. “I sleep in a regular bed just like everyone else,” I said. “Do you ever fall out of bed?” Ruth asked. “No,” I replied. I then noticed some kids were teasing Veronica about her bedwetting. “Do you wear Goodnites to bed?” Casey asked. “How do they feel?” Jennifer asked. “How many times do I have to tell you?” Veronica said loudly. “I do not wet the bed!” “Oh yeah. Then how come this note says you do?” Liz asked. She had the note in her hand, the one I wrote. (Author’s note: Hey wait a minute, why didn’t she tell the teacher again someone was passing notes in class? Unless it’s a different Liz) Before Veronica could get to it, Mrs. Sippy came back and the bell rang. Everybody got out of their seats and went to third period. My next period was PE. Veronica isn’t in that class. As I was walking to my next class, Veronica stopped me in the hall. “Well, well, well,” she said. “It looks like I walked into a note passer.” “And I walked into the note passer too,” I said. “You just had to pass that stupid note around and now everybody thinks I’m a bed wetter,” she said. “if you hadn’t have passed that note around in first period,” I said. “I wouldn’t have passed that note in second period.” Veronica grabbed my shirt and looked into my eyes. “No on messes with me.” I took her hands off my shirt and pushed her against the wall. “Listen,” I said. “You’re the one who chose to break up with me when we were little.” “Because you started wearing diapers,” she said. “So it gives you permission to be mean to me?” I said. “Oh I see what kind of person you are. You like putting people down because they’re different. There are people out there who have worse medical problems than me so I suggest you back off and leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone too starting now.” I let go of her and walked away. (Author’s note: For some reason I just had to change this part) “Natalie, watch out!” Katrina shouted. I got pushed. I dropped my stuff and turned around. It was Veronica. She was mad. So she wants to fight. Okay. I pushed her back. Veronica kicked me in the leg. I pulled her shirt and it ripped. Her bra strap was showing. Everyone began to shout. “Fight fight fight.” Veronica grabbed my shirt. I pulled her hair. “Ow!!,” she screamed. She punched me in the face. I tripped her and punched her everywhere. “What’s going on out here?!” a teacher shouted. Bunch of adults came out in the hall and broke us up. Veronica was crying. All the kids were silent. Now everyone knows not to mess with me. Lot of kids told them what happened. We were then sent to the principal’s office. Ms. Penny called our parents and we were both suspended. (Author’s note: Notice how I wrote a new scene to replace the scene I took out? I also think I should have kept in the slushing part to keep it original.)
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Post by Bad Beth on Jul 20, 2013 8:06:49 GMT
Chapter 5
My mom was disappointed in me for fighting. I was suspended from school for a week. “Go to your room,” Mom told me. “So I could figure out a punishment for you.” I did what I was told. I logged onto AOL. Kelly and I have a computer in our room. We have our own phone line. I went into keyword: shockwave. It’s a very cool web site. You can listen to music on it, send greeting cards, and play games. I clicked on games and did a jigsaw puzzle. I’m very good at puzzles. As I was doing one, Mom came in my room. “I figured out a punishment for you,” she said. “Since you’re suspended, you’ll help me do work all week. Turn off the computer.” (Author’s note: Notice how I added in AIM chats? I figured since she uses AOL, she will definitely be using IM that automatically comes with. I remember that in 6th grade and thought it would be more plausible. It was such a cool browser to use and it was still popular back then except we didn’t have it anymore, we were using Internet Explorer. Now I don’t use that either anymore) I logged off the internet and helped Mom do laundry. I had to separate the colors and put them in the wash and I had to help Mom fold clothes. After we were done we put the clothes away and tidied up Matthew’s bedroom. “Mom, I didn’t start the fight,” I said. “Veronica did. All I did was I told her to back off and leave me alone and she pushed me when I turned my back on her.” “And what did you do about it?” Mom asked. “I pushed her back,” I replied. “And what happened?” “”We both got in a fight.” “That’s what got you suspended.” “Mom she wanted me to fight,” I complained. “If I didn’t fight, she would have beat me up because I wasn’t defending myself.” “Fighting doesn’t solve the problem and you know it.” “I know Mom,” I said. “She’s been bugging me and bullying me because she can’t stand me wearing diapers.” “Then that’s her problem.” “Can I please quit wearing them please?” I begged. “Natalie Evan!” Mom shouted. “I don’t ever want to hear you ask that question again. Next time you do, you’ll have a consequence.” I didn’t ask that question for the rest of the day. “I’m home,” Kelly shouted. “Good for you,” I mumbled. I was in my room reading Archie comic books. I have a container full of them. Kelly came in our room. “What are you doing here?” she wasn’t expecting to see me. “I got suspended,” I replied. “For what?” “For getting in a fight with Veronica.” “Why did you two get in a fight?” “Because she started it.” “Oh.” Kelly tossed her backpack on the top bunk and climbed up. “What’re you going to do?” I asked. “Homework,” Kelly replied. “English, History, and Literature.” “That’s a lot of homework.” “Not for me it isn’t because I love homework.” Kelly is sure silly sometimes. I hate homework. I wish teachers would stop doing this and let us finish our work in school. I go to high school and work really hard and I come home and can’t relax because I have fricken homework. “Natalie!” my mom called. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. “What is it Mom?” I asked. “I need you to water the flowers,” Mom said, “from front to back, do you understand?” “Yes,” I replied. I went in the backyard and turned on the water. Skippy was laying in the grass chewing on a dog bone. I watered the flowers from front to back. After I was done, I went back inside. “You’re done?” Mom asked. “Yeah,” I sighed. “You watered the front too?” “Every single one of them.” “You couldn’t possibly water everyone’s front yard,” Mom said. “That’ll take you forever to do.” “Huh?” “Didn’t you water the flowers in our front yard?” “No.” “Do it please.” I went back our and watered the flowers in our front yard and went inside. “Done?” Mom asked. I nodded and went upstairs. “I heard you being literal again,” Kelly sang. “Stop saying that,” I said. “It’s getting on my nerves.” “And your literalness is getting on my nerves,” Kelly talked back. I flopped down in Kelly’s bean bag chair and sighed. I wish everyone would start being specific. (Author’s note: I added in the trees because I watered trees at home for extra money and earned over $100 for it until my dad put in the sprinkler pipe and it did the work for us and my job there was gone)
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