Hello, again! I know I don't post things, like, ever, but I had another English project, so, here you go. My teachers really need to tell us to do something other than fanfiction. But whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.


Grievance #1: The "Westing Game"

And, hello again diary! (And Mom, I know you read this too.) Today is the same-old same-old whining about life in general, especially since I started this game. As you know, from you being my diary and all, some old guy named Sam Westing made a weird partner game for a will to find an heir. Apparently me, my mom, and Angela are related to this guy, or something. At least, that's what mom says, but she always tries to feel important. She's such a phony. Not as much as Angela's partner though, she pretended her leg was broken half this game! Until Angela set off a bomb that actually broke it. Oh, that brings me to the next one...

Grievance #2: Angela and Her Stupid Firecrackers

I understand why she set off these bombs, no one ever talks to her about anything except her stupid fiance, Denton. Oh, how mom loves him! A "real doctor" in her words, like Dad's job isn't medical. But back to the bombs, I still can't believe that perfect, pretty, favorite little Angela blew up little bombs all around the building. Good thing I set one off, I can take the blame, I'm 13. As Judge Ford told me, there will be no criminal record. Lucky me. Like I'd let Angela go to jail anyway.

Grievance #3: Mrs. Baumbach

My partner, Mrs. Baumbach, is Angela's wedding seamstress. "Only the very best will do," as Mom says. Like, thirty years ago she used to have a bridal shop, until her daughter died. Oh, how she loves to talk about her. "Roseline was so pretty. Roseline was so smart. You remind me so much of her. Blah, blah blah!" Roseline isn't here! So shut up! Mrs. Baumbach is pretty nice though. After an incident in the lobby, she let me call her Baba. I told her to call me Alice. It's a lot better than Tabitha-Ruth. Silly mom, with a name that long, no wonder I got a nickname like Turtle.

Grievance #4: Too Little Grievances

Well other than the stock market plummet and losing thousands of dollars, that's all my grievances for today! Maybe next time I'll talk about stupid Doug Hoo. No one cares if you can run a 5 minute mile! Also, if whoever stole my Mickey Mouse clock is reading this, give it back!


That's all. Please comment some constructive criticism. I have to turn this in on June 15, 2016. Thanks for reading!