for guys. Junebug (no offense, but I hope thatâs a nickname) wonât mind it though. But if sheâs anything like my sister, sheâll want to get all dressed up and be Cinderella at the ball. Or a cat. Why is it that all girls like to dress up like cats? I was a hobo for at least four years, and then my mom got the bright idea that it would be fun to make my costumes. Iâm kinda bummed Iâm not going out this year. I miss all the candy. Mom bought extra bags of candy corn so I wonât miss out too much. She also bought bags of Snickers, which are my favorites.
Wednesday, 11â1
Mom finished my costume in time, so I got to dress up for the party. Not many of the teenagers wore costumes, but I didnât care because the little kids really thought I was the dad from
The Incredibles
. It was hilarious. Paul showed up and didnât say much about the murder. He was almost his old self. He didnât dress up, but he ran around acting like a werewolf. Everyone was cracking up about it. I noticed he had a big bruise on his face, but I pretended I didnât see it. He probably fell off his bike or something. If he didnât, itâs really none of my business anyway. He seemed happy enough though. Almost hyper. He told me later he had a girlfriend. That explained a lot. Like why he wasnât so obsessed about the murder. He said somebody called social services about his mother. He asked if I had told anyone about her. I shrugged and said I didnât say anything to anybody. Paul said things got worse for him afterwards. I didnât have a chance to ask him what he meant, because a bunch of little kids jumped all over us. Paul ran after them and tried to scare them. We were all laughing like crazy.
The highlight of the party for me was the food. A parent committee brought in candy apples and brownies and stuff, plus we all brought bags of candy to share. I know Iâm too fat already, but everyone would have thought I was nuts if I didnât gorge myself with candy, like a normal kid. Once I started eating, it was like I couldnât stop. When I got home, my stomach really hurt. My mom asked if I had a good time, and I said, âNo, I ate too much.â She brought me something to settle my stomach, but it didnât help. Guess thatâswhat Halloween is all about for kids, getting sick on tons of candy and then feeling miserable afterwards. Same thing used to happen to me on campouts in the Cub Scouts. I would eat so many roasted marshmallows and sâmores, Iâd always end up feeling like I wanted to puke. One time it went the other way, and I was so embarrassed I almost quit the Scouts.
Friday, 11â3
Please Donât Read This Page
Nate is a total jerk. I donât know if you know him or not, but he is. I can usually ignore people like him, but he is nothing but a bully. That is all I am going to say about him. That makes me sound like Forrest Gump. I just hope you donât have him in any of your classes, for your sake.
I am writing this in gym. We didnât have to dress out because thereâs a game tonight and the coaches are getting all the stuff ready. The football players are showing off for the cheerleaders in our class while the rest of us are doing homework or playing around. No one is paying attention to us. We could be planning an escape from prison and the coaches wouldnât notice. As long as we stay in our cage, everything is fine. I donât really know very many people in here, and some of the guys say things about me, so no one talks to me much. This week canât get over fast enough and neither can this class. Not yours but the one I am sitting in right now.
Since Spencer doesnât sit with Allen and me at lunch any more, Nate decided to resume his usual antics. He pulled the top of his pants down so his underwear and top of his crack showed, then he stuffed his book bag in his shirt and walked around the lunchroom.
Wednesday, 11â1
Mom finished my costume in time, so I got to dress up for the party. Not many of the teenagers wore costumes, but I didnât care because the little kids really thought I was the dad from
The Incredibles
. It was hilarious. Paul showed up and didnât say much about the murder. He was almost his old self. He didnât dress up, but he ran around acting like a werewolf. Everyone was cracking up about it. I noticed he had a big bruise on his face, but I pretended I didnât see it. He probably fell off his bike or something. If he didnât, itâs really none of my business anyway. He seemed happy enough though. Almost hyper. He told me later he had a girlfriend. That explained a lot. Like why he wasnât so obsessed about the murder. He said somebody called social services about his mother. He asked if I had told anyone about her. I shrugged and said I didnât say anything to anybody. Paul said things got worse for him afterwards. I didnât have a chance to ask him what he meant, because a bunch of little kids jumped all over us. Paul ran after them and tried to scare them. We were all laughing like crazy.
The highlight of the party for me was the food. A parent committee brought in candy apples and brownies and stuff, plus we all brought bags of candy to share. I know Iâm too fat already, but everyone would have thought I was nuts if I didnât gorge myself with candy, like a normal kid. Once I started eating, it was like I couldnât stop. When I got home, my stomach really hurt. My mom asked if I had a good time, and I said, âNo, I ate too much.â She brought me something to settle my stomach, but it didnât help. Guess thatâswhat Halloween is all about for kids, getting sick on tons of candy and then feeling miserable afterwards. Same thing used to happen to me on campouts in the Cub Scouts. I would eat so many roasted marshmallows and sâmores, Iâd always end up feeling like I wanted to puke. One time it went the other way, and I was so embarrassed I almost quit the Scouts.
Friday, 11â3
Please Donât Read This Page
Nate is a total jerk. I donât know if you know him or not, but he is. I can usually ignore people like him, but he is nothing but a bully. That is all I am going to say about him. That makes me sound like Forrest Gump. I just hope you donât have him in any of your classes, for your sake.
I am writing this in gym. We didnât have to dress out because thereâs a game tonight and the coaches are getting all the stuff ready. The football players are showing off for the cheerleaders in our class while the rest of us are doing homework or playing around. No one is paying attention to us. We could be planning an escape from prison and the coaches wouldnât notice. As long as we stay in our cage, everything is fine. I donât really know very many people in here, and some of the guys say things about me, so no one talks to me much. This week canât get over fast enough and neither can this class. Not yours but the one I am sitting in right now.
Since Spencer doesnât sit with Allen and me at lunch any more, Nate decided to resume his usual antics. He pulled the top of his pants down so his underwear and top of his crack showed, then he stuffed his book bag in his shirt and walked around the lunchroom.
Similar Books
