This set of entries overlaps plot points a lot. It was fun writing different perspectives of the same situation.

FRIDAY

BRITTANY'S POV

Dear, Diary,

I woke up very early today and gave myself a special treat before hurrying off to school. I don't usually have chocolate for breakfast, but those brownies Eleanor made for the bake sale were too good to resist. Plus, she made extras anyway.

Planning a bake sale is a lot more work than I signed up for. Fortunately, I had my sisters there to help. We set up the tables and Jeanette made a lovely poster. Then, Alvin decided to show up and he wrecked everything! He was like a hurricane! I know he did it on purpose! He wasted so many cupcakes with his stupid juggling stunt!

I kicked him out before he could smash through the gorgeous three layer cake. That's the crowning jewel of the sale. It's decorated to look like a garden of pretty pink flowers. It was created by Theodore and Eleanor together because I told them I needed something to draw attention to the sale.

The rest of the school day was pretty dull. I mainly focused on my classwork and ignored all the other students. I also reorganized my locker, to make sure I could find everything.

To make me feel better after the bake sale disaster, Miss. Miller suggested we all watch a movie together. She picked the most boring black and white movie ever. I didn't understand the plot, nor did I care what happened to the characters. I fell asleep before it was over.

And that's a wrap for today. It was pretty chaotic. I suppose our lives usually are. I should be used to it by now. I'm not though, I'm definitely not.

JEANETTE'S POV

Dear, Diary,

My wrist is very sore from all the coloring I did today, so I may not be able to write very much. I will try though, since I know you're helping me recall all the good things that happened in my day and helping me avoid nightmares.

Good things….Good things. Oh, I helped create a big poster to advertise the upcoming bake sale this weekend. I drew so many different kinds of cakes and pastries. I delivered it to her and she was so impressed. She said I saved her tail because there's no way she could have done it herself.

Eleanor also helped with the bake sale preparations and Alvin showed up too. He was a little late and he dropped a bunch of cupcakes. Brittany shouted at him and made him leave. I felt bad for him. I know he was only juggling the cupcakes to put a smile on our faces. He never intended to drop them.

Tonight, my sisters and I watched a beautiful monochrome film with Miss. Miller. I love vintage movies so much. The emphasis on storytelling is phenomenal. I enjoyed the film, but I'm slightly disappointed that I can't remember what the title was. I want to watch it again sometime. Maybe even three or four times.

I can't think of anything else I want to say. Forgive me for making this entry so brief. My hand is cramping very very badly now. Ouch.

Until tomorrow, wonderful diary. I hope I have lots of thoughts to share!

ELEANOR'S POV

This is the private journal of Eleanor Nichole Miller. Anyone caught touching this will be SORRY!

Since yesterday was such a bust, I decided to take a break from gathering clues to the green bean caper today. I don't want to burn myself out on it, after all. There will be plenty more chances to solve it, since it does keep happening every single day. Whoever is doing it has no intention of stopping.

When I got to school today, Brittany immediately started begging me to help her plan the bake sale. I should have said no. No matter how much I love my sister, she shouldn't be able to turn me into her servant. We did manage to get everything set up and ready for tomorrow. Then, Alvin happened. He did this silly stunt that he probably thought was a good idea and ruined several cupcakes. Brittany was furious.

After that fiasco, I hustled to soccer practice and Coach Dopkins told me that my form is "sloppy." I had a few choice words for him, but I didn't say them because they would most likely get me expelled. I get it. He's like this tough army sergeant and he wants us to suffer in order to do our best. He's got no right to call my form sloppy when he's taken several soccer balls to the face while bein' the goalie. Just sayin'

When I got back home, Miss. Miller called and said Brittany had been crying to her about the Alvin fiasco. She invited us all to watch a movie with her and that was…okay. The movie was really boring. It was about some love triangle and it was super predictable and blah.

I'm currently nibbling some celery sticks and then I'mma hit the hay.

Peace out, Journal.

THEODORE'S POV

Dear, Diary,

Today for breakfast I ate a bowl of blueberries and cream flavored oatmeal and I had a cheese stick, some toast, and apple slices. My favorite part was the oatmeal, but all of it was pretty good.

I talked to Eleanor during math class and asked her if she wanted to spend the weekend together. She seemed like she didn't hear me. There must be a lot on her mind. Maybe she's just busy helping Brittany with the bake sale stuff. I wish I could help, but I have other things I gotta finish.

Lunch was great! I was first in line today so I could pick whatever I wanted. I had some cheese ravioli with a side of green beans. To drink, I had a raspberry punch juice box. For dessert, I got three things. A cookie with macadamia nuts, a giant peanut butter cup, and a slice of pumpkin pie. I feel sorta guilty about having so many desserts. Dave says I need to make healthier choices. I always get more hungry for deserts in winter though. Maybe it's because of Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts. I can't break the habit of feasting very quickly.

When I got home, I worked on the paper mache project I have to do for art class. I made a model of Talking Teddy. Alvin said it looked like something a five year old made and that made me sad. At least Alvin's model wasn't prize winning either. Simon's model was really good. He left before fully finishing it though, and Alvin and I were the only ones cleaning up. That wasn't very fair, but I'm sure Simon has his reasons.

I had a cheese, tomato, and lettuce sandwich for dinner with some homemade potato wedge fries. That was SUPER yummy. I took a sugar cookie from the cookie jar when Dave wasn't looking. I'm not proud of it.

I hope the dessert cravings go back to normal soon. This is getting kinda tough to manage. I have a stomach ache so I'm gonna go to bed early.

Goodnight, Diary!

SIMON'S POV

This Journal is Property of Simon Oliver Seville

DO NOT TOUCH: ESPECIALLY YOU, ALVIN!

I did a stupid thing. A very very very stupid stupid dumb dumb thing. I snuck out of the house to watch a basketball game. That might not sound like much, but Dave told us to stay inside and clean up our paper mache mess in the living room. I left it all to Alvin and Theo. I feel so guilty. Paper mache project is a good 80% complete though.

The basketball game was enjoyable to watch, at least. I'm sure it would be even more enjoyable to actually play. Someday I will...just not for a while. I wish I had the nerve to tell Dave that I want to play basketball. I know he wouldn't approve though. He'd be worried that I would be hurt. The other kids are so tall...and so tough. He's probably right. I guess I'll stick to watching for now.

In other news, the science fair ideas keep piling up. I feel it'll be impossible to pick one now. None of them are good enough. My idea has to be PERFECT. I really want to win first place. Every idea I've come up with so far doesn't really scream "winning idea" to me. Maybe I'll try and combine them together. No, that would be absurd. It'll never work. Back to the drawing board.

School today was fairly uneventful. Not much to say on that front.

I apologize for not writing this in chronological order. It's probably going to be hard for future me to read. I feel like such a rebel today. Brittany once told me that because Alvin has changed quite drastically, I will feel compelled to change to balance him out. Alvin and I have to remain opposite. What if that's true? What if I become some careless rebel version of myself?

I'll have to keep tabs on my thoughts and avoid any possible personality shifts. I think I'll go study for some surprise pop quizzes before bed. Everything will be fine.

ALVIN 2.0'S POV

Dear, Journal that I absolutely hate writing in,

I decided, against my better judgment, to embrace my fun side today. That meant, doodling all over my assignments instead of actually doing them. It's no big deal. Besides, I'll be forced to do them later when Dave finds out. I needed to relax, so I did. I don't see the issue with that. Do you?

I tried to help with the bake sale. Accidentally dropped a few cupcakes and everyone yelled at me. Typical. Okay, well….I was juggling the cupcakes because that's what fun Alvin would do. Wait, is that what he would do? I'm not totally sure. Maybe that was more stupid than what he would usually do.

Anyhulahoop, Brittany picked me up and threw me out of the cafeteria. I'm still sore! This is what I get for trying to help people and trying to be more fun. Britt's the one who accuses me of being boring. I thought she would be happy.

After getting home from the torture factory, Dave reminded me about the paper mache model I need to make for art class. That's due in a week! I have plenty of time. By all means, let's have me work on it immediately without letting my ideas percolate! Dave knows NOTHING about art.

It took hours and I finally finished it a few minutes ago. It's a sculpture of myself because that's all I could think of on short notice. See what happens when I don't get a chance to properly brainstorm?

I've made the colossal mistake of looking at myself in the mirror today. I'm not as cool looking as the sculpture I made. I look sorta frumpy. My hair is a frizzed out mess, my glasses are crooked, and don't get me started on how the rest of me looks. Winter weight hit me recently and further rounded out my already PLENTY curvy frame. Much to my irritation, most of it hit my hips. None of my pants fit comfortably right now. I should buy new ones, but going to the store with Dave will be extremely embarrassing. He'll probably start nagging me about eating too much sugar. He doesn't understand that my chipmunk biology forces me to gain weight at this time of year. I would need it if I lived in the wild. My instincts don't realize I live in a house. Why is being a chipmunk so hard? Why is being me so hard?

I wish I knew how to make people yell at me less. I wish I had my contrasting personas fully under control. I wish I didn't have to think so much or so hard. This is really my life from now on, isn't it? Everyone always misunderstands my intentions except Jeanette….and even she does sometimes.

What is wrong with me? Why do I do such stupid things? How can I get better and prove that I'm more than my past reputation? I NEED ANSWERS!

I hope you're finding everything interesting and itching to know more. The next chapter will raise the stakes even more. It's a Saturday entry!