Disclaimer: I only own Lydia.
February 20th 1974,
Tiffany took me to school with her today for show and tell.
It was a disaster!
Not only does she now know I can talk, she wants everyone else to know too.
Not only that but her 'Father' showed up.
I'll relay the events here:
This morning at exactly 7:28 I was (literally) dragged out of bed by the hair on my head, and roughly tossed into a 'book bag' as Tiffany refers to it.
Needless to say I was terrified of what she might do with me, I mean as of late she's been getting awful close to that Jennifer doll.
I was feeling queasy until she shoved a brush and comb into the bag, and boarded the bus.
"Hi Bekkah!" Tiffany called to her best friend.
"Hi Tiffany! What'd you bring for show and tell? I brought my Mommy's apron from the 50's...She says I look like a big girl in it." Bekkah chirped happily.
"I brought my favorite doll...Her name is...uh,...Maryn."
"Maryn?" Bekkah repeated.
A little boy at the back of the bus threw a paper wad at Bekkah.
"Eddie! Cut it out!!!"
Another paper wad was the response.
"I'm coming back there!" Bekkah called.
Eddie laughed, and Bekkah got up from her seat and rushed to the back of the bus leaving me and Tiffany alone.
"My name is Lydia." I said just to clear things up.
Tiffany looked at me in horror.
I realized to late that perhaps I had crossed the line.
"Did you just say something?!" Tiffany squeaked hoarsely.
"My name is Lydia Sophia Wellington."
Tiffany looked at me stunned.
I couldn't help but notice one small, scrawny, red-headed boy two seats in front of us.
He was focused on Tiffany intensely.
I had to wonder if he heard our conversation....
I'll write more later...