"Hey, Sue Ellen, are you going to just stand there reading your journal, or are you gonna play ball?"

Sue Ellen looked up from her writing.

"Hey, Mighty Mountain can wait. This journal is important to me." She went back to writing.

Francine sighed. She was getting kinda sick of how Sue Ellen spent so much time writing in that journal of hers.

Arthur stood on the pitcher's mound. He was apprehensive. The best batter for Mighty Mountain was up at bat. He had an evil gleam in his eye. The bases were loaded, Mighty Mountain one behind Lakewood on the bottom of the final inning. Two outs. This was the hit to determine the winner. Arthur swallowed, and threw a hard fastball.

CRACK!

The ball sailed into the air, farther than anyone had ever seen it go. It blocked the sun out for a few seconds, and then fell back to the ground. Right at Sue Ellen.

"Sue Ellen, look out!" Buster cried out.

The ball was falling, faster and faster, the leather heating, slowly slipping off the ball itself, and then….

It landed in the journal.

Sue Ellen looked up, surprised.

"Hey! Watch it!" But nobody listened. Nobody could hear over the thunderous cheers of the team. They cheered her name, a merry cheer that could be heard from miles away.

The Mighty Mountain team glared at the ground. The rage was in the air, heating up everything. Their faces were red with fury, as their sweat boiled off in fume.

They would get revenge. They stared over at Sue Ellen. She didn't look too thrilled about the whole thing.

Then they noticed their revenge plot.

The journal.

It was a sunny morning, the dew still hanging on the tips of the grass. Sue Ellen walked down the hallways of Lakewood Elementary.

Sue Ellen didn't feel so great about the stupid game. 'What do they care? My journal was almost destroyed by that thing, and all they do is congratulate me.'

She walked down the hall faster.

"Hey Sue Ellen, nice catch there!"

"Shut up, Buster. That catch nearly destroyed three years of personal life. Why would you care anyway?"

"Geez, you don't have to get ticked off about it. I was just congratulating you."

"Well, I don't care about that stupid game. And I don't need any gratitude." She walked away, muttering.

She opened her red locker. She rummaged through her stuff, still angry. She pulled out her books. A note fell to the tile floor. She picked it up. She gasped, and tore apart her locker.

"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS IT?" She screamed loudly.

Mighty Mountain had stolen her journal.