"Every living creature on earth dies alone,"
Roberta Sparrow
Dear Whoever Can Be Bothered Listening,
Apparently Graeme Green writes pornography that should not be heard by our delicate ears.
Bummer, I was really getting into 'The Destructors';
had the irony down to a T, not that Miss Pomeroy noticed of course.
Guess what?
Apart from the fact I have been wearing earmuffs on suspiciously hot autumn days
(no one knows I'm listening into their conversations, when their on, plus it may be a fad, come winter) school was cancelled because of a flood....weird.
Oh and I was told by one of Donnie's friends 'I hope you get molested' which upset me more than it should and Mrs Farmer's daughter standing there, hands on hips, giving me stink-eye, did NOT help.
Mom has been ranting about how much I eat; I know I should stop but right now. Rather than face the facts, I'm heading for death by chocolate.
The new girl, I think she might be after Donnie. She doesn't deserve him, Gretchen Ross NEVER smiles. I should know, I went through the photos in her locker.
I cannot stress how SORRY I am for the wait.
I know it's been at least four months since the last chapter but my muse was on strike and I'd rather you read the best I can produce at the slowest and most frustrating rate than rushed crap that I just posted to get this 'project' finished.
I hope you got the references to her habit of the earmuffs and stalkerish tendencies toward Gretchen/Donnie (which I hate)
Forgive me for mentioning her mum (I iz British) but I suppose we'll have to bring the eating to attention at some point.