"Cross The Wide Australia"

CHAPTER 1

Girl-Boy

June 12, 2002

Dear Diary,

I can't believe I'm writing in this cruddy thing! It's the cruddiest piece of crud in the history of crud! Diaries are for girls, not boys! But, I'm a boy who writing in a diary, meant for girls. Just call me Girl-Boy.

Today, I ran back to my house to get this cruddy thing. I heard my parents talking about something. I have a sickness of eavesdropping, so I listened to their conversation. It went like this:

"Honey?" asked my dad.

"Yes?" answered my mother

"I've always been wondering if you ever wanted to move," said my dad.

"You mean to a different neighborhood, that's still in Cleveland?" asked my mom.

"No!" said my dad. "I mean back to Australia! I hate it in Cleveland! We've been here for four years, and I've hated every one of them!" No, Dad. Don't make me move!

"What makes you say that?" asked my mom.

"Remember when those kids made me attack my own son?" Oh no, Dad. Don't bring that up! Everyone knows those kids from the bully fights are sick! Don't make a big deal of it!

"Well, yes, but that's nothing to move for," You read my mind, Mom.

"But we rarely get to see our son because of all that "Kids Next Door" stuff!
"
Hey! I'm trying to make the world safe, Dad! For children…

That's true, but Wallabee needs his space, and as his parents, we need to give him that," Go Mom!

"What about our children?" asked Dad. "I'm sure they hate it here!" Oh yeah. I REALLY hate it here, wrong!

"They love it here!" said Mom.

"Do you love it here?" Oh no. Mom is starting to cry.

"No-ho-ho!" sobbed my mother. "It's horrible here! Wallabee's friends keep making holes through our walls with their 2x5 technology!" That's 2x4 technology! Not 2x5!

"Then let's move back to Australia!" Mom will never move back to Australia, Dad!

"Why didn't I think of that?" Mom! Noooooooooo!

"Great!" No, not great! "We move at the end of his school year!" I think I just fainted.

What am I going to do? How am I going to tell this to the guys? I won't. I won't tell them. I can't do that! Especially not to Numbuh 3!

I'm leaving for the treehouse. I'm going to tell them the bad news.

From,

Wallabee Beatles

A.K.A. Girl-Boy

(A/N: Poor Numbuh 4! I've been planning this story for a long time, and when I say long, I mean LONG! I was still in school when I first planned this. Strangely, I can listen to the teacher, and plan stories, at the same time! That's what I call multi-tasking!)