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I groaned. Fifty. Fifty-one. Fifty-two. Forty-eight more left. Me and Hanna were in Martial Arts class. The teacher made us do 100 sit-ups. For 8-year olds! Joy (the teacher) clapped her hands. “Good job,” she said. “For those who haven't done 100, do 100 push-ups.” She eyed at me and Hanna suspiciously.

We sighed and tried. By the time we reached fifty, we were out of breath. “I quit,” I whispered. Hanna nodded. “Same here.”

“What?!” A voice interrupted. It was Caradine. “None of your beeswax,” I said. Caradine's ears turned red.

“I think it's a really good class,” she said. “In fact, Joy gave me a pass to do only ten sit-ups!” I stared. Caradine gets everything she wants. “Unfair!” I shouted. Joy gave me a Look. I calmed down.

Joy's Looks calms everyone down. Caradine stared at us, her eyes big and wide. “You'd better stay, or else I'm telling Joy,” she said. “I'd much rather have you tell Joy,” I murmured. “What?!” Caradine said again.

“Oh, okay. I see what you mean. I'll tell for you.” She turned and walked away. As soon as she said that, I regretted every single word I had said. But it was already too late, because Joy was giving us her meanest Looks that meant Go-quit-if-you-want. She came over and escorted us out the door, giving us each a punch stamp in our arm as a good-bye sign. That's what she does to all the kids when they leave, but not as hard as she did on mines.

As soon as she left, I began to cry. “It's okay,” Hanna soothed. But it wasn't. From my tears, I looked at the blurred visions of the stamp. Joy always painted her hands then punched it in. My stamp turned out to be permanent. It read; Good-bye, Alicia Tang. You were quite a nice student to have around; even though you didn't do that well. -Joy.

There was a fist drawn under it. Tears spilled over me. I just found out the truth: Joy liked me. She just couldn’t show it with Caradine around. I sighed and walked with Hanna down to the hill where we waited for our parents. I couldn't believe it. Everything in my life was going wrong.

I lost a best friend, was insulted by Caradine, now hated by Mrs. McLean and quit Martial Arts while the teacher still liked me. Look at what I've done.

Mother and Father were mad at me again, just because I quit Martial Arts. I would never want to meet Joy's face again. Never. Hanna, Tracy, and Michelle were my only friends now. I knew I barely had any friends, and once the new girl arrived at my class, I knew that she was the right girl. Her name was Jessie Sanders. She was so pretty and nice. Jessie basically played with every kid in the class.

She even played with Mark Ross, the yuckiest boy in the grade, who picked his nose and wiped it everywhere, peed in his pants, never went to the bathroom, and touched others with his mucky yucky fingers.

Yet Jessie was the perfect friend. She played whatever we wanted to play, and gave us real sapphire necklaces! “You're kidding me!” I said when I saw the necklace. She shook her head. “Oh, yeah, you know the Rainbow Loom obsession?” Jessie asked. I nodded. I knew Jessie hated Rainbow Loom. But me and Hanna were surprised to see Jessie turn pink and say, “Well, I've gotten into it. I made you guys one of the new creations: barefoot sandals. Except I added a triple-single bottom.” She held out the two sandals.

“Magnificent!” I cried. “Brilliant!” cried Hanna. “I've decided to call them the Winter Wonderland Special.” “Cool,” I said. And it really did look cool. The sandals had white to light blue to blue to dark blue.

“Thanks!” Me and Hanna said together. “No problem,” said Jessie. She smiled at us. “Next time, I'm going to bring the Ladder Bracelet and the Starburst.” "Thanks!” we said again. “Which colors?” she asked. “Oh, Christmas is fine,” said Hanna. “Yep, Christmas,” I agreed. “Okey doke,” said Jessie.

We crawled inside the squirrel hole. “Chit!” Acorna squeaked in a hissing way. “Oh, Acorna, it's just us,” said Jessie, shining her blue flashlight. Acorna chittered relaxingly. Jessie's flashlight was decorated with purple jewels, so the shimmering made an even clearer view. “Acorna, look, we can't visit you that much anymore,” I explained.

“Sooner or later Giana Hang and Caradine Stonyfield will follow us here.” Acorna nodded understandingly. “It's ringing!” I yelled. “What?” yelled Jessie. “Fire!” I yelled. “Quick, you guys, follow me.”

I guided them out the door and said to Acorna, “Bye, fire drill.” We ran down the hill and got into line. The teachers gave us partners but unfortunately, my partner was Giana Hang. Hanna looked upset to be with Caradine, while Jessie was busy chatting with her partner, Tracy Beauregard. “Tracy!” I called.

“Can we trade partners?” “Nope, Jessie's so much fun.” “It's a fire drill,” I warned. “You're supposed to run, not have fun.” “Oh yeah?” said Tracy. “You're not the boss of us.” “Tracy, Alicia's my best friend. You have to be nice to her,” said Jessie. “Fine,” said Tracy. But Tracy was one of my really close friends!

How could she be so mean now? “Tracy, I thought we were friends,” I said. “Friends? When were we ever friends?” snarled Tracy. “Were you really the Tracy that...” “Shut up,” said Tracy. I couldn't believe it!

“Tracy,” warned Mrs. McKenzie, her teacher. Tracy shut her mouth. We walked all the way to the junior high, as fire trucks zoomed to Merriam Elementary School.

Later that day, when me and Hanna were getting off the bus to go to my house, Tracy ran up to us. "Now where did you come from?" I snarled. "Let's go, Hanna." Hanna was going to live at the hospital for one day, since her mother had got cancer. We fast-walked to the hospital. “Wait!” yelled Tracy. “I'm sorry!” “It's too late, silly,” said Hanna.

“So long, Beauregard,” I said, and slammed the hospital door in her face. “Hoo there?” joked Mr. Kibbinson, the hospital manager. I grinned. “Well watch out! If you have a guest named Tracy Beauregard, and she said she's my friend, don't let her in my room.” Mr. Kibbinson nodded.

“Also,” I whispered, so they had to bend closer, “She might be listening outside the door, so if she uses a fake name, don't let her in.” Mr. Kibbinson nodded. “Actually, would you mind if we hide behind your desk?

“Me and Hanna will tap your legs if it's her.” “I'm not so sure about that,” murmured Mr. Kibbinson. “Oh, please?” begged Hanna. “Okay,” sighed Mr. Kibbinson. We ducked behind Mr. Kibbinson.

The hospital door banged open. Tracy looked so mad that she was about to explode. Her cheeks were flushed; her face was red and tearful. I tapped Mr. Kibbinson. “Who are you?” demanded Mr. Kibbinson.

“I'm Tracy Beauregard, and I want to see Alicia Tang!” sobbed Tracy. “And I know you're hiding her from me!” Mr. Kibbinson pretended to look confused, and said, “Well Alicia just went up to her room, and you know you can only visit guests in the lobby. How about I call her down?” “Okay,” cried Tracy and she sat down on a bench, wiping her tears. As soon as Mr. Kibbinson went up the elevator, Tracy said, “I know you’re under the desk, Alicia Tang. Now get out.” “Fine,” I mumbled. Me and Hanna emerged from the desk.

“Guys you were so silly,” Tracy whispered. “Like that wasn't obvious.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh, whatever, who cares,” I said. “I don't like these fights, but what you did was really strong, and you were acting like you were in the Caradine Tribe.” Tracy followed us to the elevator. “‘No visitors allowed without signing in or permission. Love, the Emerson Hospital,’” I read aloud.

“Oh well, Tracy, I feel so ‘sorry’ for you,” I said, smirking. That minute, we got in the elevator and waved good-bye to Tracy as the glass doors closed. Tracy looked after us sadly and when I looked down from the elevator, she was screaming and making a tantrum in the hospital. When we got off the elevator, a crowd of people were standing in the doorway; yelling, like, “Excuse me! Kibbinson! Who is this young fellow down there who is making such a big noise?”

A woman patted her ginormous belly, and said, “Poor Nina. My baby. She must be scared by all this noise. Just imagine; Fred, would we have to teach Nina some manners if she grows up to be like this one.” A medium-sized man patted her arm. “Remember, Casey, we’re not sure if she or he is a girl yet.

“Whatever,” said the woman. “I’m going to go with Nina, the girl. Sadness, the boy.” “Hey! It’s Justin, the boy.” They went on arguing.

“Does that girl have manners for the breast cancer people?” moaned a woman. And on, babbling. We got off, smiling at each other and walked to my room without a word.

I never felt sorry for Tracy until... It was one day in third grade at school, I felt like I didn't have any friends. Hanna was sick, Giana was smiling at Caradine, Jessie stared at Ally Arthur, and I was in Ms. Dart's class and so were Jessie and Hanna. It was so unlucky to have Giana and Caradine in my class, while Tracy was separated from is in Ms. Soble’s class. Ally was a sensitive girl, and had no friends. Everyone kept bullying her, so Jessie couldn’t help but try to be silly to Ally. Cheering her up did not work. Ally tried to hide her face when she thought she did something that was embarrassing. Jessie basically spent the whole day looking at Ally, afraid for her, so at recess, Jessie spent her whole time staying in one spot; her eyes following Ally.

I had to tug her on and it was so annoying so I said to Jessie, “If you keep doing this, I’m not going to play with you.” “Fine with me,” murmured Jessie, and I was so surprised I nearly fainted. I caught Tracy looking at me a lot, and wondered what was going on. I ran over and said, “Tracy, stop staring at me. What’s going on?” “I think it’s better to be friends so we can stop staring at each other,” muttered Tracy. “What do you want to do today?” I asked. I could tell Tracy was surprised at the question, probably because she thought I wouldn’t give in so easily.

“Umm... Can I meet your squirrel?” asked Tracy nervously. “Sure,” I said. And that was how Tracy and I got back our friendship.

Hanna, on the other hand, still stayed as far as she could with Tracy. I felt a bit sorry for Tracy, as the three of us made it through the games uneasily. Jessie spent the whole month getting Ally to like her, so I had no choice but to leave her alone. They were soon giving each other friendship hugs. I told Jessie that Tracy was my friend again. And Giana and Caradine? We totally left them alone.

My Book

It turned out that the hospital days weren't that bad, after all! I was already 8 and Julia was 6. I was starting to read the Harry Potter series. They were soooooooo good. After all those hard words, I decided to write a book. I wanted to be a writer when I grow up. My book was about my life at Grandma 2's house. Father and Mother read it. They said I should definitely give it to judges and a publisher.

I was excited. The next days passed without any reply. I was impatient and woke up each morning at 2:00, yelling, “Is it here yet?” and my mother would wake up, startled, like a bomb happened or something and say, “No, Alicia, now go back to sleep.” “But it’s ten ‘o clock in the morning!” I would say.

Father would let out a big snort and say, “No, honey, it’s only two ‘o clock. Now go back to sleep. I was glad because outside the penthouse, there is this little room with couches and that’s where we store our shoes. And nobody can hear anything, even if we have a big party, no one outside of the penthouse/guest room can hear us. They can only hear us from the little room outside of the penthouse, which is still part of the penthouse. (Confusing, right?)

Finally, finally, a month later, a shining book came for us. Dr. Columbia entered the room. “I think you'll find this exciting,” she said with a mysterious smile. I wondered what the book was. When I looked at the book, I gasped. The title read:

Casidy

My book had been published. Excited, I flipped through the pages. Wow! I couldn't believe it! On the last page, it read, 956 copies sold! I found an envelope at taped at the end of the book. I opened it. I saw a note. It read: You're in luck, Alicia. You have earned 2,000 dollars. Two thousand dollars?

Wowie, wow, wow! Suddenly, I had this itching feeling. I still remembered Michelle, my best friend at preschool. I begged Mother to see her. She called. A few minutes, she hung up, smiling. “Michelle's coming,” she said. “Yay!” I said. “Can you also check if Abby can come too? A double-playdate would be great!”

“Abby’s coming too,” said Mother. She had sent Abby’s mother a text message on her phone.

“Okay,” I said, my heart unable to stop beating so fast. “I can't wait.”

* * *

An hour later, the doorbell rang. “Wow,” said Michelle. “You're still in the hospital?” I nodded. "I've heard you've published a book," she said. “Can I go read it?” I nodded. “Sure.” Soon, Abby arrived. “Hey,” she said. “Best friends form preschool. Now look at us. It’s been like four years when we last saw each other!”

“Yeah!” I said. We hugged each other. “Oh, Maya told me that you published a book. Is that true? It may be a rumor.” “I actually published a book,” I said. “And who’s Maya?”

“You don’t remember? She was from preschool; the one who threw her oatmeal at you when you tattled that she threw up. Now she goes to my school. She’s in envy since you’ve published a book.” I tried to remember… So that day, Maya had come to school late in her ducky pajamas. She had to have breakfast at school and she had brought along Sweet Delicious Oatmeal. Then I yelled to my teacher, Anna Merrimack, “Ms. Marry, Maya threw up in her food bowl. I don’t think she is having a very good day today. She should go home.” We called Ms. Merrimack Ms. Marry because ‘Merri’ in Merrimack was pronounced ‘marry’ or ‘merry’ if it were separate from that word ‘Merrimack.’

Ms. Merrimack replied, “Alicia, that is oatmeal.” “Disgusting throw-up,” I said. Maya stuck her tongue out and glared at me. The next thing I knew, I was drenched in oatmeal. “Girls, please stop,” said Ms. Merrimack. From that day on, me and Maya were enemies. Now I found that sort of funny.

I laughed. “Okay,” I said. “Are you and Maya friends?” I asked. “Not really,” answered Abby.

I told Michelle and Abby about the day when Julia lost her memory. Then we took turns telling Julia about it. Julia said, “Really?” and “That's why I don't remember anything.” I nodded and said, “We'll tell you more about your life soon.” Then I told her I had to say good-bye to Michelle and Abby. “Bye,” she said. “See you soon.”

When Julia was 8 and I was 9 3/4, she read my book about my life at Casidy's. She fully understood. I didn’t have a birthday party. L. But well, I’ll admit, we sort of did have a celebration. I lit a match and we went biking and playing at Nara Park. I was exhausted but I had fun wading into the fresh cool water as the summer sun shone down on me. I wasn’t wearing my bathing suit; just a T-shirt and shorts. I read the Harry Potter series for the 7th time.

For summer, I went to Egypt and saw mummies! I visited pyramids with Michelle and sang sad songs when somebody died with Abby. It was a lot of fun! I couldn’t believe we actually did this, but my father and mother had a meeting (they were the only parents), and Julia had to stay with them so me and my friends took a taxi around Egypt. It was so cool!

Memory is Nearly Back

Julia missed a lot of school, but the teachers understood why. Mother and Father first got a tutor for Julia. They said that if Julia was doing well, she would be released back to school in a month or less. If she needed more help, she would be back in school by a few months. Julia had to use a wheelchair. And really, she told me the truth about liking Casidy a little bit. I told her about becoming friends with her. Then we apologized to each other. I got to school and I was a fourth grader with tons of responsibility. Taking care of a little sister is not easy while dealing with friendships.

“Can you stop reading those books and have some fun?” asked Tracy one day at recess. “Ju a se,” I mumbled, finishing the last paragraph of the seventh book. “Ninth time!” I shouted. “Great!” said Tracy. “You’re nine, so no more reading for the tenth time.” “Hey, what about when I’m ten?” I asked. “No way!” yelled Tracy. “You’re not going to read them for the rest of your life, depending on your age!” “Okay, fine, I won’t,” I said. But I was planning to sneak-read when I was ten.

Hanna apologized to Tracy for avoiding her. “I guess there was no reason to be mad at you,” she said. “It’s just – Alicia is my best friend, and I might have been slightly jealous when she forgave you when I wasn’t there.”

“It’s okay,” said Tracy.

I got a smiley face sticker collection from Jessie to show me her friendship with Ally was going great.

It looked like this:

TO: Alicia

FROM: Jessie

Hey, our friendship is great! I’m so sorry I’ve been ditching you guys. I promise I’ll play with you after Ally gets to see the world; what it’s really like. I’ll try to make her more popular so all five of us can finally have some fun together. Again, I am so sorry. Hope you’re having fun without me and Ally, I really want to make all of you happy. Say hello to Hanna and Tracy for me. Don’t be selfish, and make sure to share the stickers with them! Just keep 150 stickers and give 53 to Hanna and 53 to Tracy. Sorry if you have to count. Ally is improving! You just wait…

~J essie

I smiled. She had signed it with her ‘Signature.’ Jessie was nice about that. Nice about giving me the stickers, I mean. “How many stickers are in there?” asked Hanna. “Ooooh,” said Tracy. “Can I have one?” “Sorry, guys,” I said, grinning. “You can’t have one.”

“Why?” asked Hanna. “You each HAVE TO have FIFTY-THREE!” I yelled. Some sixth graders looked over and shushed me. “Whoa,” said Tracy. “Are you sure? That’s a lot.”

“You’re such a great friend! The best friend ever!” said Hanna, hugging me. “Well, I get 150,” I said. “Jessie told me to give you each 53. 256 in total. Whew, am I glad I didn’t do the math.” I told them when I get home, or the hospital, I would split them up.

We went to find Acorna. This time, we found her at another tree. She peered at us. “Chit!” she said when she saw us. This time, the tree was even bigger! It was her new home. She had taken our carpet into the tree.

“Chit!” said Acorna again. I think it meant ‘Follow me,’ so we followed her. She gave us apples from an apple tree. I was surprised to find the wind blow and hear big ‘Plunks.’ “Mmm, apples!” I heard a girl murmur. I gasped. Giana! “Don’t make a word!” I whisper-yelled to Hanna and Tracy. They nodded, pointing towards the entrance of the trunk. They understood. “I- HEAR- VOI-CES!” boomed a huge voice slowly. I stared. Who the heck was that? “IT’S-THE-TAL-KING-SQUIRREL!” “Shut up, Dez,” said Caradine’s voice. Or was that Giana? I couldn’t tell.

“I to-tally know, that is so the three stupid girls,” I heard Giana say. “They are like, so stupid. It’s kind of obvious that the squirrel is so dumb, all it does is rest. I bared my teeth. “STOP- BE-ING- SO- MEAN,” said Dez. “I- AM- REA-DY- TO- TELL.” “NO Dez!” cried Caradine. She seemed terrified, like telling on her was life-threating. “What’s wrong with telling?” asked Giana. “We could just lie.” “No, by t-t-telling-” Caradine couldn’t go on. “Go on,” said Giana. “B-by telling, he means to get Marilyn.” “Marilyn?!” cried Giana. “But Marilyn is the worst teacher ever who’s very fond of Dez and will never listen to anyone else. NO!!!!!! Dez, no! We’re so sorry!!!!!”

“I PRO-MISE I WILL TELL NEXT TIME!” roared Dez.

* * *

A few weeks later, it was April, and I made a new friend called Adam Clark. He wasn’t gross and he was very nice. And he never had gone to the principal in his life! One of my desk mates, Brady McGorey, kept getting into trouble. He liked to play with Adam. And there was only one girl Adam would tease: Hanna.

It’s very easy to tease Hanna. She’s a nice, positive girl. Adam would go nuts around her. The other boys would call, “Adam’s in love” or “Nutty boy, nutty boy” or “Nutrition Nut, Nutrition Nut!”

Adam wouldn’t say anything, he just held up pictures that said:

My name is Hanna. I hate my guts.

And Adam would draw a picture of a stick figure Hanna with guts. Surprisingly, he didn’t get in trouble!!!

This boy was creepy but fun. One day, Adam bragged to Hanna that he had a bunny! There was nothing else that Adam really wanted to brag about. Hanna didn’t believe him. So Adam had to ask Ms. Dart to bring his bunny in on Wednesday. Ms. Dart said “Of course. Maybe you could let him out of his cage so everybody can see him.” “She’s a girl,” said Adam. “Oh,” said Ms. Dart. “I mean her.”

On Wednesday, Adam’s mom came with a big cage and set it on a dirty platform. Everybody stared as Mrs. Clark said good-bye to Adam. “What’s her name?” I asked. “April,” said Adam. “She was born on April Fool’s. At first, I thought Mom pranked me saying we got a new-born bunny when I was 5, but I was wrong.” Adam looked at Ms. Dart and she nodded. “This is April,” said Adam. And he repeated about why her name was April and how he thought he had gotten pranked.

Everyone applauded. The Awesauce (Awesome and sauce put together) boys whistled. The Awesauce boys include: Brady McGorey, Nicholas Land, Cory McGorey (Brady’s brother), Jake Jordan, Joseph Jordan, and Shaun Mac. The last names don’t match with the first names, according to me. But back to April and Adam. Adam let April out of her cage and she hopped around. I noticed she kept coming by me. On Fridays, Adam would choose the bunny litter person. He chose Giana this Friday. That was the day Caradine and Giana were wearing matching ponchos and sitting on a bench, talking and laughing. A poop all of a sudden flung into Giana’s hair, and Giana screamed like a madman.

Adam covered his mouth, pretending to be sick while he was laughing. At least Ms. Dart was out of the room. Giana flung the poop into Caradine’s hair by accident, and Caradine screamed at Giana. “I’m so sorry, Caradine!” cried Giana. “I promise I’ll never do that again! You’re my best friend!” I gasped. I had been focused on my work but realized that Giana had ACTUALLY called Caradine her best friend! I glared with amazement and anger and went back to my work.

“It’s okay Giana,” said Caradine. “You’re really great. I was screaming at Clark for bringing April in.” I stared at Adam. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. He lowered his voice. “I picked Giana on purpose. She’s your enemy, and I wanted poop in her hair.” I thanked Adam for picking Giana, and he said he was going to pick Caradine next. I murmured a “Thanks,” then turned back to my work.

A few minutes later, I felt something in my hair. I nearly puked when I recognized the smell as bunny litter. I shook my head and the poop flew onto the table. Giana and Caradine started chanting “Alicia got poop in her hair, Alicia got poop in her hair, oops!” They would giggle after chanting but I didn’t care. Ms. Dart had come back. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Alicia, dear, why is there poop on your desk?”

“Adam asked Giana to clean the cage with him,” I said. “Un-huh,” said Ms. Dart. “Go on.” She eyed Adam and Giana suspiciously. Adam gave me the What-are-you-doing? Look. I-never-got-in-trouble-don’t-get-me-in-trouble, his eyes said. I won’t, I mouthed back. “And by accident, Adam got a doodoo in Giana’s hair.” (We called poop doodoos.) “Not by accident—on purpose!” said Giana angrily.

“Giana,” Ms. Dart warned. Giana shrugged her shoulders, like it’s-not-my-fault. “Anyway,” I continued, “Giana shrieked—” “You shrieked?” Ms. Dart broke in, staring at Giana. “You know the rules, no yelling,” she said. “You should have known that since preschool.” “It was an important occasion,” Caradine piped up. “Go on, Alicia,” said Ms. Dart, ignoring Caradine.

“—and she flung the poop into Caradine’s hair.” I played with my fingers nervously. “By accident,” I added. “And then Caradine screamed—” “You screamed too?” said Ms. Dart. “Why, you two are very un-respectful. You may leave the room and go to your rooms.” By ‘rooms’ she meant the rooms that were provided for us when we were misbehaving. Giana and Caradine stared, waiting for Ms. Dart to say, “Choose a friend to go with you and bring their work along.” But that’s not what Ms. Dart said. She stared back as hard as she could. So Giana and Caradine just went to their rooms.

“Please continue,” Ms. Dart told me. “—and she and Giana sneaked up on me while I was busy doing my work, and they put the poop in my hair,” I said. “I shook it onto the table and they started chanting. Then you came.” “Oh, thank you for telling me,” said Ms. Dart. “I know the girls must be giving you a hard time. Giana, Caradine, come out!” called Ms. Dart. “You two go see the principal and tell him what you have done.” “But—” Giana started. “But, there is no buts,” said Ms. Dart.

She got a yellow slip of paper out and signed it. “Give the principal this,” she said, handing Caradine the slip. Caradine glared and as she passed me, she said, “Poop girl.” Noses in the air, Giana and Caradine left the classroom.

* * *

Dear Jewel, 4/15/ 2018

Welcome to the world of Caradine and Giana.

I had a bad day at school today.

I looked at Hanna. She shook her head. “‘I had a bad day at school today’ sounds wrong,” she said. “Make it more interesting for auto biography.” I crossed it out.

Dear Jewel, 4/15/2018

Welcome to the world of Caradine and Giana.

IToday I had a good start at school, but then it went into a black hole.

“Great!” cried Hanna. “You’re totally going to be a writer when you grow up.” “Thanks a zillion,” I mumbled. “CONTINUE!” cheered Hanna.

Dear Jewel, 4/15/2018

Welcome to the world of Caradine and Giana.

Today I had a good start at school, but then it went into a black hole. Well, Giana screamed and that made me lose the best topic I ever came up with for my assignment.

Second of all, the poop got into Caradine’s hair, and all of a sudden I couldn’t remember what I was going to write about! After that, Giana and Caradine sneaked up on me and put the poop in my hair. Then Ms. Dart walked in as I threw the poop on the table and I had to explain to the whole class how I got poop in my hair. It was so embarrassing.

I hate public speaking. By that, I mean speaking in front of tons of people. It’s just so humiliating. What if you mispronounce a word or two? What if you pee in your pants? What if you need the bathroom in the middle of a speech? See, there are so many possibilities.

I hope I don’t get busted the next time I do public speaking. (Not that I got busted this time.)

Sincerely,

Alicia

I felt so relieved that I was done with that journal entry. I hated writing. It was just so tiring. I’d prefer typing, thank you very much. “Done,” I said. Hannah laughed really hard. “It’s not funny!” I cried.

On Saturday, me, Hannah, Tracy, and Jessie watched a new movie called Frozen. It was great. I memorized the whole song of Let it Go. I remembered parts of Do you Wanna Build a Snowman. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” I sang to Hannah, Tracy, and Jessie. “No!” said Jess. “Maybe,” said Tracy.

“Okay…” said Hannah. “Or ride a bike around the hall?” I sang. “Yes!” they exclaimed. We laughed. I didn’t know if I got the lines right, but I still sang them. We had tons of fun. We had popcorn, cotton candy, sundaes, and sandwiches. I was still longing for the ice cream soda as we went home.

I decided to write in my diary that night.

Dear Jewel, 4/15/2018

Welcome to the world of Caradine and Giana.

Today I had a good start at school, but then it went into a black hole. Well, Giana screamed and that made me lose the best topic I ever came up with for my assignment.

I hope I don’t get busted the next time I do public speaking. (Not that I did get busted this time.)

Sincerely,

Alicia

Dear Jewel, 4/16/2018

Today (which is one day after getting poop in my hair) I watched Frozen! YAY! It was the awesomest (that’s not a word), bestest (I know that’s not a word either but you get the point) movie ever!! I have to go; it’s already 12:00 AM. We came home around 10:45.

Bye!

Alicia

Giana Hang

Dear Jewel, 4/15/2018

Welcome to the world of Caradine and Giana.

Today I had a good start at school, but then it went into a black hole. Well, Giana screamed and that made me lose the best topic I ever came up with for my assignment.

I hope I don’t get busted the next time I do public speaking. (Not that I did get busted this time.)

Sincerely,

Alicia