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Feb. 13
Joan’s friends are here. I am writing this very entry as Joan is leading
them in. Unfortunately, Joan and I share a room. Joan tends to turn her
stereo very loud with rap songs (which I hate) and pretends not to hear
me when I shout over to her to stop. Joan’s friends are slightly better. One
of them, Dianna Chen, the daughter of Mrs. Chen, I even like. She is
always very nice to me and brings me little Chinese sweets (which I love.)
But I absolutely despise Tracey Norris, who has green highlighters in her
weird short crooked hair and has these big brass circle earrings which are
SO drab. She has SUCH a false voice. Secondly, I hate Emily Wilkins, who
has long hair and wears it in a ponytail. She dyed all of her hair this really
ugly bright red, and I have to squint every time I look at her because of
her bright red hair. She sings really off-key and loudly. Thirdly, I don’t like
Joan. Mom said that it’s just the common sibling rivalry and that it’ll wear
off. But I think that Joan and I will be major archenemies for the rest of
our lives.
Feb. 14
Raining again. Tracey, Emily, and Dianna are staying over for a threeday
sleepover. For once I was glad that my bed was the smallest in the
entire household and that my feet stuck over the mattress. Had my bed
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been large enough to fit those horrors, I would have had to give up my
bed to Tracey or Emily or Dianna. Not that I would mind giving it to
Dianna. But Tracey and Emily both use this weird shampoo that smells
horrible, and I would not at all like that smell in my bed. That happened
once when I was five years old. Elizabeth was only one year old, and the
cousins were visiting. I had to give up my bed to Elizabeth. And guess
what she did. SHE WET THE BED!!!!!! Of course Tracey and Emily are
too old to do that, but, as the dregs of society, they might do something
just as freaky.
Feb. 15
LETTER FROM GRANDMA!!!! HOORAY!!! As usual, I got the
mail. Joan was sitting in the shade of the awning in our big loveseat,
reading THE AVERAGE TEEN. I didn’t really notice that the package
I was holding was from Grandma. But I was entering the house from the
back, anyways, and then Joan noticed that it was from Grandma. She
shrieked and ran at me, grabbing the package from my hands and tearing
it open. I grabbed it back from Joan, spit in her face (I find saliva very
effective with older sisters) and ran to the safety of the ancient shed wall
which Joan believes is infested with worms and snails and slugs.
“Brat!!!” Joan shouted. “Give it!” I heard her stomping and screaming.
She finally gave up and went back to the loveseat. I snuck around the
front, untied my shoes, and went to the living room to open up the
package. First, there was a card from Grandma. I threw it aside onto the
couch and dug deeper into the package. I felt something furry. I pulled it
out, and much to my disgust, it was a stuffed animal. Even though it was
very cute, both Joan and I are far too old for teddy bears, and I believe
that Grandma should know it. Just then, Tracey came barreling in, her big
fleshy tummy bouncing and wobbling as she walked.
“Hey, kiddo,” Tracey said, taking a coke from the refrigerator and
slurping it loudly.
“Where’s Joan?” I asked flatly, even though I already knew the answer.
Or at least I thought I did.
“She’s up in her room telling us about how you jerk stole that junk
from her,” Tracey said. Her room?!! What was Joan saying?? Our room. I
guess it was really Joan’s, first, because the attic was my room for a while,
but then Dad bought all this new furniture and for a while before our
auction to sell all of the old furniture we had to store the furniture in the
attic. But then Aunt Millie married Uncle Herman, and we gave our old
furniture to them as a wedding gift. My bed and all of my stuff had
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already been moved to Joan’s room, and it would be too hard to move it
back, so we just made the move permanent. HECK!!
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