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Michael typed in a password on his computer and stared at the screen while his fingers darted over the keyboard.
Phew!! Almost spilled the beans about my computer journal to my brat (Lilly). It would be really majorly horrible if she figured out the password and got in it. So far it isn't really incredibly interesting, but still. it would be wretched if she found out that I really like her best friend, and have for almost three years. You know, although Mia has really serious family and self-esteem problems, she is very pretty and has it much better together than, say, my sister, for example. And although she thinks of herself as very plain, and is constantly complaining about her, quote, 'yield-sign' hair, she really is actually very pretty. If only she wouldn't wear those combat boots so much. when she trips over my shin in G&T, they hurt! But they don't really do much to detract from her really nice looks. They hurt almost as much as Judith's toes in her sandals, but then again, Judith has been practicing since 5th grade. I think Mia's spending the night sometime soon-I better plant something in my sister's room, so I have an excuse to go in and get it. But not something I like, because then my sister's going to ruin it-my Computer Club binder, perhaps? Definitely something to consider. Poor Judith. I think she's going through another bout of fire ants and cactus spines, as she would say (she used to live in Texas). I guess it's probably hardest right around now, what with the stress of finals and Christmas and organizing the Computer Club table, and I think that something's going on. just stress in general, I suppose. She's been doing that mostly by herself, so I feel a bit guilty. I really should help, seeing as I am one of the officers of the club, and I know more about computers than she does. I think she's overworking herself, and not getting enough sleep. After knowing her for about ten years, I have gotten pretty good at telling when she's majorly stressed. She doesn't insist nearly as hard that she can do everything, and starts assigning other people some work when we're in groups for projects in school, rather than doing it all. She also doesn't punch me nearly as much, and she hasn't hit me at all since three weeks ago, not counting today, because she really didn't hit me hard at all, for her. I think something's wrong. I think she's teaming up with Lilly to make me tell her about Mia, although she doesn't know it's Mia yet (I hope). Must go, I'll write more later. Stupid teachers giving stupid homework. I have got to finish up the special program for our table, not to mention slog through English- Mr. Stanson is making us do a term paper AND a creative writing story! At least the term paper is really short; it's only three pages long, and he's assigned us topics. I forget what mine is (already), better ask Judith. Of course, the story is something entirely different. over five pages of QUALITY writing that will probably pass the censorship code (set by Mr. S). Maybe Judith will give me ideas. or do it for me. or definitely not. Oh well, such is life, and don't me started. I'll really stop now.
Mia yelped as Fat Louie swiped at her when she tried to move him so she could lie on her bed and write.
SHE'S GOING OVER TO HIS HOUSE!! TODAY!!!! AND HE INVITED HER!!! This is it. Totally it. There is absolutely no possible way that Michael could not like Judith Gershner, Fruit Fly girl. I mean, look at her. She has loooong curly dark hair (I heard that it's down to her butt, although she always wears it in a french braid, so I can't tell), and gorgeous long legs that look great EVEN when they are covered by black tights and the stupid plaid KILT that they make us wear. She is NOT flat chested, is not fat, does not look like a beanpole, and has a pronounced hourglass figure. NOT ONLY that, but this is the Judith Gershner who cloned a FRUIT FLY in her BEDROOM. This is the Judith Gershner who has known Michael since 3rd grade, so she has had plenty of time to impress him. The Judith Gershner who would have skipped 3rd AND 4th grade math, but they didn't know she was that smart, so she only skipped 4th grade math, then went on to take Algebra-- the very class that I am failing in 9th grade-in SEVENTH GRADE, making an A EVERY SINGLE SIX WEEKS. It wasn't even just plain Algebra, it was HONOURS. Taught by the famed de la Fuerte, who used to teach here, and is now celebrated in legends as hardest to understand, worst at explaining, least lenient and least understanding about missed assignments, and all around grump. How unfair can life get? I mean really. Why is it that some people have all the luck with looks and brains, and other people can get stuck with an out-of- control, obsessive, controlling grandmother, yield-sign hair that will not do ANYTHING, no matter what I do, an ironing-board chest, and a height that makes it look like a weird recessive gene for abnormal growth suddenly popped up in my family. Why couldn't somebody like Judith Gershner have a weirdo grandmother with a freakish miniature poodle for a change? Nothing very interesting has been going on in my life lately. I think Fat Louie ate another sock, though-wait, no, the shreds on my carpet are the remnants of-- AAAAACKI!!!! Fat Louie just destroyed the tie of my mom's favourite bathrobe!!!! Fat Louie!! Do you know dangerous a seriously pregnant woman can be, especially when she is having a particularly bad bout of hormones?? I LOVE YOU, FAT LOUIE!!! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A DEAD CAT TO DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW!!!! I HAVE TOO MUCH OTHER STUFF TO WORRY ABOUT RIGHT NOW!!! Like, for example: My English term paper Michael Judith ALGEBRA FINAL The dance and who's taking me (I assume Kenny, but he's a little late about asking me) Homework in general ALGEBRA Michael and Judith Lilly (she's been acting weirder than usual lately.) BREAKING UP WITH KENNY (I should do it before he asks me to the dance, and a good amount of time before finals, so he has time to get over it) Not biting my nails (Judith has perfect nails.sigh.) Grandmére
WAIT! I just got an IM from Michael. Here it is:
CracKing: Thermopolis?
FtLouie: uh huh
CracKing: Have you noticed anything strange about the youngest freak living in my house?
FtLouie: you mean Lilly?
CracKing: course. I'm not a freak at all. ; P
FtLouie: recently? Yeah. It seems like she's staring at me a lot more than usual, and talking more to Tina. And writing more.
CracKing: She's been doing that annoying thing more, too, and staring at me and going 'hmm, hmm', and jotting down notes in this weird notebook of hers
FtLouie: you mean the little black one? That's the one she uses for 'Lilly Tells It Like It Is.' What is up with her? She never used to talk to Tina that much.
I suddenly got slugged by an idea/memory. Remember when I spilled to Tina about how I didn't like Kenny, I liked Michael? What if she had told Lilly, or even if Lilly figured it out on her own? Major Mia problems.
FtLouie: uh-oh. I just remembered something. I really hope this isn't it, but all the symptoms are there. crud.
CracKing: what?
FtLouie: nothing. Or, not nothing, just nothing I can tell you. major crud. Gotta go
CracKing: bye
Hmmm. what on earth is Lilly up to??
Michael typed in a password on his computer and stared at the screen while his fingers darted over the keyboard.
Phew!! Almost spilled the beans about my computer journal to my brat (Lilly). It would be really majorly horrible if she figured out the password and got in it. So far it isn't really incredibly interesting, but still. it would be wretched if she found out that I really like her best friend, and have for almost three years. You know, although Mia has really serious family and self-esteem problems, she is very pretty and has it much better together than, say, my sister, for example. And although she thinks of herself as very plain, and is constantly complaining about her, quote, 'yield-sign' hair, she really is actually very pretty. If only she wouldn't wear those combat boots so much. when she trips over my shin in G&T, they hurt! But they don't really do much to detract from her really nice looks. They hurt almost as much as Judith's toes in her sandals, but then again, Judith has been practicing since 5th grade. I think Mia's spending the night sometime soon-I better plant something in my sister's room, so I have an excuse to go in and get it. But not something I like, because then my sister's going to ruin it-my Computer Club binder, perhaps? Definitely something to consider. Poor Judith. I think she's going through another bout of fire ants and cactus spines, as she would say (she used to live in Texas). I guess it's probably hardest right around now, what with the stress of finals and Christmas and organizing the Computer Club table, and I think that something's going on. just stress in general, I suppose. She's been doing that mostly by herself, so I feel a bit guilty. I really should help, seeing as I am one of the officers of the club, and I know more about computers than she does. I think she's overworking herself, and not getting enough sleep. After knowing her for about ten years, I have gotten pretty good at telling when she's majorly stressed. She doesn't insist nearly as hard that she can do everything, and starts assigning other people some work when we're in groups for projects in school, rather than doing it all. She also doesn't punch me nearly as much, and she hasn't hit me at all since three weeks ago, not counting today, because she really didn't hit me hard at all, for her. I think something's wrong. I think she's teaming up with Lilly to make me tell her about Mia, although she doesn't know it's Mia yet (I hope). Must go, I'll write more later. Stupid teachers giving stupid homework. I have got to finish up the special program for our table, not to mention slog through English- Mr. Stanson is making us do a term paper AND a creative writing story! At least the term paper is really short; it's only three pages long, and he's assigned us topics. I forget what mine is (already), better ask Judith. Of course, the story is something entirely different. over five pages of QUALITY writing that will probably pass the censorship code (set by Mr. S). Maybe Judith will give me ideas. or do it for me. or definitely not. Oh well, such is life, and don't me started. I'll really stop now.
Mia yelped as Fat Louie swiped at her when she tried to move him so she could lie on her bed and write.
SHE'S GOING OVER TO HIS HOUSE!! TODAY!!!! AND HE INVITED HER!!! This is it. Totally it. There is absolutely no possible way that Michael could not like Judith Gershner, Fruit Fly girl. I mean, look at her. She has loooong curly dark hair (I heard that it's down to her butt, although she always wears it in a french braid, so I can't tell), and gorgeous long legs that look great EVEN when they are covered by black tights and the stupid plaid KILT that they make us wear. She is NOT flat chested, is not fat, does not look like a beanpole, and has a pronounced hourglass figure. NOT ONLY that, but this is the Judith Gershner who cloned a FRUIT FLY in her BEDROOM. This is the Judith Gershner who has known Michael since 3rd grade, so she has had plenty of time to impress him. The Judith Gershner who would have skipped 3rd AND 4th grade math, but they didn't know she was that smart, so she only skipped 4th grade math, then went on to take Algebra-- the very class that I am failing in 9th grade-in SEVENTH GRADE, making an A EVERY SINGLE SIX WEEKS. It wasn't even just plain Algebra, it was HONOURS. Taught by the famed de la Fuerte, who used to teach here, and is now celebrated in legends as hardest to understand, worst at explaining, least lenient and least understanding about missed assignments, and all around grump. How unfair can life get? I mean really. Why is it that some people have all the luck with looks and brains, and other people can get stuck with an out-of- control, obsessive, controlling grandmother, yield-sign hair that will not do ANYTHING, no matter what I do, an ironing-board chest, and a height that makes it look like a weird recessive gene for abnormal growth suddenly popped up in my family. Why couldn't somebody like Judith Gershner have a weirdo grandmother with a freakish miniature poodle for a change? Nothing very interesting has been going on in my life lately. I think Fat Louie ate another sock, though-wait, no, the shreds on my carpet are the remnants of-- AAAAACKI!!!! Fat Louie just destroyed the tie of my mom's favourite bathrobe!!!! Fat Louie!! Do you know dangerous a seriously pregnant woman can be, especially when she is having a particularly bad bout of hormones?? I LOVE YOU, FAT LOUIE!!! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A DEAD CAT TO DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW!!!! I HAVE TOO MUCH OTHER STUFF TO WORRY ABOUT RIGHT NOW!!! Like, for example: My English term paper Michael Judith ALGEBRA FINAL The dance and who's taking me (I assume Kenny, but he's a little late about asking me) Homework in general ALGEBRA Michael and Judith Lilly (she's been acting weirder than usual lately.) BREAKING UP WITH KENNY (I should do it before he asks me to the dance, and a good amount of time before finals, so he has time to get over it) Not biting my nails (Judith has perfect nails.sigh.) Grandmére
WAIT! I just got an IM from Michael. Here it is:
CracKing: Thermopolis?
FtLouie: uh huh
CracKing: Have you noticed anything strange about the youngest freak living in my house?
FtLouie: you mean Lilly?
CracKing: course. I'm not a freak at all. ; P
FtLouie: recently? Yeah. It seems like she's staring at me a lot more than usual, and talking more to Tina. And writing more.
CracKing: She's been doing that annoying thing more, too, and staring at me and going 'hmm, hmm', and jotting down notes in this weird notebook of hers
FtLouie: you mean the little black one? That's the one she uses for 'Lilly Tells It Like It Is.' What is up with her? She never used to talk to Tina that much.
I suddenly got slugged by an idea/memory. Remember when I spilled to Tina about how I didn't like Kenny, I liked Michael? What if she had told Lilly, or even if Lilly figured it out on her own? Major Mia problems.
FtLouie: uh-oh. I just remembered something. I really hope this isn't it, but all the symptoms are there. crud.
CracKing: what?
FtLouie: nothing. Or, not nothing, just nothing I can tell you. major crud. Gotta go
CracKing: bye
Hmmm. what on earth is Lilly up to??
