Today was usual. I was back at being the unusual girl, putting on a smile and acting normal has been ancient history.
Back at ignoring Christy's squealing voices and finally over the stupid moody moments. Most of it all was enjoying Betty's reaction when I scolded her for talking about me behind my back, though I'm usually their top topic which I care less about.
Over everything, the bothering problem I'm having is this camping stuff.
I haven't been able to decide yet. Which could have been sorted with the help of Michael's book, if I'd opened a chapter. I was so mad at everything that I tossed it when I got home from school.
I crawled off my bed and started ransacking my room, Searching for the book I miskept. Searching my closet, a thought chimed in, what? Magritte! I stormed out of my room banging the door.
I bumped into Magritte on my way downstairs. "I've told you to stop going to my room!". I said trying so hard to sound calm.
