February 10, 1985
School is still being a pain in the butt. I do not approve, and will not speak further on the subject.
As for the secret passageways, they're turning out to be helpful. So far, I've discovered one that leads to a spot underneath the porch, one that leads to a closet down the hall from my room, and one that leads to the top floor library. It's exciting, especially 'cause I'm the only one who knows about their whereabouts. I've been able to spy on conversations... not that that's been very interesting. But what if someone like Louis Chandler came back, except they were a crazy person who wanted to steal our fortune? Just think of how much fun it would be to act as a detective roaming these passageways. Not like I'll ever become a detective, but hey, a girl can dream.
Okay, I lied. I have to bring school up again, only to give myself another two seconds before running off to do homework. Ugh, I'll be glad when June rolls around. Or next Friday. The girls and I are going window-shopping for grad dresses. We dragged Harper into the mess, too, just 'cause we all know how much she rolls her eyes at things that fall into the category of "girly-girl." She invented the category. Who's the girly-girl now, sis?
I've gotta dash.