Jamie will never be my friend. I have never made the first move. Maybe I could invite her over. Nah! Face it, Jennifer. You’ll never make the first move! Now I’m talking dates. I could never go up to a guy and say ‘I like you.’ Impossible. I couldn’t do that. Oh well.
Next year maybe I’ll be popular. Maybe not. How come everything will have it’s pros and cons?
I wonder if next year I’ll have the neatest handwriting in the sixth grade. Well it’s four schools plus new kids. I’m sure somebody will have better handwriting.
Dad said I could babysit next year. I can’t wait.
Now all I need is a phone.
I doubt I’ll get it before sixth grade. Now I’m talking like it’s 1 million years away. It’s very close. Oh well.