Dear diary, this will be my last ever entry.

This morning I got up early and went to JOSH’s house before school.

At first JOSH didn’t want to see me. But then his mum told him to ‘Stop being so silly’. Which we all know is mum-speak for ‘Make it up to your buddy.’

Apparently JOSH had been moping since we stopped being best friends.

I apologised to him for stealing his idea for the talent show. I admitted that I’d found out about it and decided to copy it – which was true in a way, I just didn’t tell him exactly how I’d done it. After a minute or two he was quite nice about it, especially when I gave him the phone to say sorry. Perhaps it’s a good thing I don’t have a phone. I’m not sure I like phones much anyway. They’ve made my life a misery these last two weeks.

Just to prove that point, JOSH told me he had fixed his phone and someone had sent him the picture of me at the concert. He didn’t realise how much I loved alt I soon realised he was being sarcastic and he started to laugh. He told me that he knew how much I hated alt He’d guessed ELLIE had wanted me to go, and thought it was really nice of me to take her, especially after she’d helped me win the talent show. He thought that sending a photo like that to everyone showed what a great sense of humour I had.

At first I didn’t understand, but then I realised he thought I’d sent the photo on purpose! He thought that it was really cool that I had the confidence to do something like that. Great joke, bro.

I smiled and said, ‘I’d do anything for ELLIE, she’s one in a million.’ Which we all know is Fin-speak for ‘She’s the most annoying person in the world.’

We were so busy catching up that we didn’t notice the time and JOSH’s mum ended up driving us to school so we wouldn’t be late.

While we were in the car the DJ played the new X-WING single on the radio and then said how disappointed he’d been that the concert on Saturday night had been cancelled. It’s been rescheduled for next week. I couldn’t believe my ears! BRAD couldn’t have seen them on Saturday like he said and I had another chance to see them. Well, I would have if I could find a way into a sold out concert.

In school I made my way to my locker and BRAD was waiting for me yet again. He wanted to make the most of the photo I’d sent. Everybody seemed to be there when he started to rub it in, saying that the cool kids like him went to X-WING not alt

But I told him that at least my gig had existed! How could he have gone to a show that was cancelled at the last minute? Then, remembering what JOSH had thought, I decided to turn the tables. ‘Don’t you realise that I sent the photo to everyone on purpose?’ I said. ‘It was supposed to be a joke – as if I’d ever choose to go to a alt concert! I was taking the mickey out of myself. Everyone else seemed to get it but you. What’s the matter, BRAD? No sense of humour?’

It seemed to work! The other kids started to laugh and BRAD suddenly needed to go to the toilet. NOW HE KNEW HOW I FELT.

Then CLAUDIA RONSON made her way over and I started to sweat. She said that she wanted to tell me how cool I was. She said it was nice to meet a boy who was ‘in touch with his sensitive side’, whatever that is. She was fed up with boys talking about X-WING all the time. She said she really liked the kind of boy who wrote poetry for his gran and took his little sister to music concerts and even dressed up like alt from time to time to keep his sister and her friends entertained.

I was too shocked to say anything, but before I knew it, alt You read right! CLAUDIA asked ME out! We’re meeting in town next Saturday.

I didn’t care what happened for the rest of the day. For all I knew the school had burned down or been invaded by alien monkeys … because I was floating on a cloud made by CLAUDIA RONSON. THE WEDDING IS BACK ON!

JOSH and I went back to my house to play Xbox after school, and JOSH said he’d been thinking. That was usually something to get worried about, but this time he actually had a good idea. As his parents had got his old phone fixed, he thought we should sell the one I won in the talent show and try to buy two tickets for the rescheduled X-WING  concert. The boy is a genius! I knew we were best friends for a reason.

But then it got even better when I came home. It turned out we didn’t have to sell anything after all. One of my dad’s mates had tickets for the concert but couldn’t go to the new show. Dad had bought them off him! I’ve always said my dad is the best dad ever!

When I got to bed I thought about my day and wondered if there was anything I should change in this diary. BRAD was off my back because I’d stood up to him. JOSH and I were friends again because I’d said sorry. I was going to see X-WING because I had parents who were always thinking about me. And CLAUDIA RONSON had asked me out. None of this was thanks to the diary. It was all thanks to me.

I’ve realised I don’t need a magic diary to make things better, I just need to be myself. If I do the right thing at the right time, I won’t have to change it afterwards and if I don’t do the right thing at the right time – well, I should do my best to correct mistakes myself. I think it’s time to ditch this thing.

Like I said at the start, I’m not a diary person. I’m a STUNTBOY. I don’t need a diary like this. It’s time to say goodbye. If I want to make millions selling my story in years to come, I’ll just have to try and remember it. Meddling with the past like this just isn’t worth it. Unless it’s something really important. NO! Not even then. This is FIN SPENCER: Stuntboy signing off forever.

Although … maybe first I should do something about Ellie being better than me at alt We can’t have that, can we?