Spencer's Diary Entry.
Monday, In the Living Room, 3.25 p.m.
Today was possible the most uneventful day of the week. Week, not month, not year. Week. Practically everyday one of them gets into trouble, and who has to clean up their mess? Me. I swear, it's like they think I'm a maid or something. All I need now is the outfit to match. It's not very funny you know. Day after day they get themselves deeper and deeper into trouble, and it's deeper than I can get them out of. Just last week the computer genius redhead thinks he's so smart he can do anything he wants, and then he hacks into the town's automated traffic controls and damages the system just for kicks.
Kai is such a mother hen. But if I said that out loud, he'd murder me in my sleep. I've got three words for him; shrill, scrawny, and sensitive. Minus the "and" and that's three. He wears himself to exhaustion just by worrying about the rest of us. It's been that way since we came to live with him. His place is a palace compared to the halfway house I used to live in with Bryan. Tala used to live on the streets. Crazy, right? Yeah. I know. But Kai's been great. He even cooks dinner for us. Kai can actually cook. It's amazing.
And he can play the piano too. He's great at it. I heard him playing in the middle of the night, and I came down to watch. He puts as much vigor into it as he does his beyblading. But the mother-hen superhuman caught me watching and made me swear not to tell. After that he let me listen to the songs he composed. It's really nice. And a bit sad too, the songs. It's like an insight into Kai's soul. And let me tell you, its hell in there.
Okay, moving away from Kai and his hidden talents. Oh, and before I forget, his birthday is coming up, and since he hates surprises I'm going to plan a surprise party. He's turning 18, so it's special. I doubt anyone but us knows he's 18. That's two full years older than Tyson and his friends. Three, if you count Max. And the mother hen never bothered to tell anyone that he's one of the oldest bladers in the competition, minus the rest of us.
Can you believe I've written so much? It's insane. I guess I'd better wrap it up. Tala and Bryan are being too quiet, and Kai's out at the doctors', so it means I'm in charge. Kai's been too stressed out lately. He nearly passed out yesterday when he was brining out dinner. Okay, he fainted, but he woke up a few seconds later.
Ciao, Spencer.