Dear Diary, 

It's the summer holidays and we're at Centre Parcs in Belgium. Me and Eva were booked to do an obstacle course on a lake. We put on life jackets and went onto the course. Eva was the first to fall in. She slipped and there was a splash. I tried to pull her out but I just pulled myself in. Perfect. I kept going under and it wasn't until a lady helped Eva and then Eva helped me that we actually got out. I climbed some stair type things and jumped over holes. After about 15 minutes me and Eva separated. She wanted to do something stupid so I let her go. I was jumping over a square when I slipped and fell in. Surprisingly it didn't hurt but it was still kinda embarrassing. It took me ages to climb out and loads of people just walked past. How helpful! Eventually I got out. I could feel something dripping down my face so I wiped it. My hand was covered in watery blood. Then it started properly, the blood pouring down my face (lucky me), I clutched my hand to my nose and some French dude called over one of the supervisors."French, English, German, Dutch," He asked. I couldn't remember anything, my mind just went blank. "Urrrrr... english ."I said, almost saying german because I was learning it at school. The supervisor signaled for a dude to come over on a paddle board. Paddle dude, as I named him in my head, paddled me to the edge. I was covered in blood and loads of people were staring at me. I'm sure people are going to want to do this now. A few people were still staring as I got off. I haven't been attacked by a shark. Although when I looked in the mirror afterwards it did look like it. After I cleaned myself up, the paddle dude explained that because it's so hot and the waters cold it triggered a nose bleed. It sorta made sense. I think I really encouraged people to go on the obstacle course.

Dear Diary.

I had history this morning. My History teacher is still off so we had a really nice sub. I have to sit at the front, in a corner and surrounded by boys. I mean, can it get any worse? On second thoughts don't answer my rhetorical question (see I do pay attention in English, sometimes). We're learning about why Britain wanted to control india. I didn't need a lesson for that.Its bigTo show offIt has mineralsIt has foodDone. I was sitting there really bored and not doing any work because I had a really, really, really bad stomach ache. I just sat there doodling (ART) and half listening. About three quarters of the way through the lesson (MATHS) I could taste something warm in the back of my mouth. Blood. After having about 50 nosebleeds, I know the signs of when I'm going to get one. I whipped my hand to my nose and looked at it. It had a splodge of blood. Then it came. It came pouring out of nose, there wasn't a single tissue in sight. I put my hand to my nose as blood poured down my face and into my mouth. The sub told me to go to sick bay. Bethany came with me to open doors and because I didn't actually know where the sick bay was (GEOGRAPHY). The lady there gave me tissues and I sat down. As soon as I actually got tissues it stopped. A few teachers walked past and tried to pretend there wasn't blood all over my face (DRAMA). The blood had dried making my face feel all weird (SCIENCE?). The sick bay lady handed me a wipe when the nosebleed had completely stopped. I looked in the mirror. Once again I looked like I'd been attacked by a shark. The headteacher walked past, my face covered in blood, and didn't even say anything. I wiped my face and my hands, using up 5 tissues, at least, and 3 wipes (MORE MATHS). The Sick Bay lady asked if I was okay and I said that I had nosebleeds all the time. She took my name and pronounced my last name wrong and me and Bethany walked out (PE). By the time we got back there was only about 10 minutes left. 

Dear Diary, 

 WHY IS MY LIFE SUCH A DIASTER?