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.
Hard to believe that 18 years later I would walk into a bar and make new friends.
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.
Neater than this? How could it be possible…
Dad said I could babysit next year. I can’t wait.
Now all I need is a phone.
I had my heart set on one of those flourescent light up phones.
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.
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