Chicken Soup on the Doorstep
Yearbook is sooo exciting. Today I talked to Peabody and listened to the head editors do my job for me! Fun! I can tell right now I'm not going to be an editor next year...at this point, I don't even care. I can't stand my Yearbook teacher. I miss Ms. Elsberry.
Jessy won't be in any of my classes - that's a relief. The only one I've had so far this week.
Some time ago, I'd accused Peabody of having weird friends, but he couldn't name any of mine. Or something like that. I don't actually remember this conversation. Today, though, he decided that my weird friend was Davy, whom he knows only through this diary. Good choice. I had to tell Davy that - it cracked me up. I called him on the phone, because he has the flu and I didn't get a shot this year.
Me: Hey, guess what. My friend Peabody thinks you're weird.
Davy: You dragged me away from Jerry Springer to tell me that? All the little people you hang out with think I'm weird.
Me: You betcha.
Davy: Thanks for the soup. Next time can you actually cook it?
Me: No. (I left him a can of chicken soup on his doorstep yesterday.) I have to go to some School Board Council Meeting tonight, so bye-bye.
Davy: (has a sneezing fit and hangs up the phone. Weirdo.)
For whatever reason, my mom didn't come home 'til seven so I didn't go to that meeting anyway. I read chapter eighteen of my history book instead.
And now I'm going to go read it again. Ain't studying grand?
Jessy won't be in any of my classes - that's a relief. The only one I've had so far this week.
Some time ago, I'd accused Peabody of having weird friends, but he couldn't name any of mine. Or something like that. I don't actually remember this conversation. Today, though, he decided that my weird friend was Davy, whom he knows only through this diary. Good choice. I had to tell Davy that - it cracked me up. I called him on the phone, because he has the flu and I didn't get a shot this year.
Me: Hey, guess what. My friend Peabody thinks you're weird.
Davy: You dragged me away from Jerry Springer to tell me that? All the little people you hang out with think I'm weird.
Me: You betcha.
Davy: Thanks for the soup. Next time can you actually cook it?
Me: No. (I left him a can of chicken soup on his doorstep yesterday.) I have to go to some School Board Council Meeting tonight, so bye-bye.
Davy: (has a sneezing fit and hangs up the phone. Weirdo.)
For whatever reason, my mom didn't come home 'til seven so I didn't go to that meeting anyway. I read chapter eighteen of my history book instead.
And now I'm going to go read it again. Ain't studying grand?