The Juniors Were Acting Different Because They

I Have Decided That Maybe I Want To Write When I Grow Up. I Just Don't Know What I Would Write.

I Sat Down And Tried To Write A Story. "ian Macarthur Is A Wonderful Sweet Fellow Who Wears Glasses And Peers Out Of Them With Delight." That Was The First Sentence. The Problem Was That I Just Couldn't Think Of The Next One. After Cleaning My Room Three Times, I Decided To Leave Ian Alone For A While Because I Was Starting To Get Mad At Him.

It Is Important To Say "sir" At These Moments. And If They Ever Call You By Your First-middle-last Name, You Better Watch Out. I'm Telling You.

You Know . . . A Lot Of Kids At School Hate Their Parents. Some Of Them Got Hit. And Some Of Them Got Caught In The Middle Of Wrong Lives. Some Of Them Were Trophies For Their Parents To Show The Neighbors Like Ribbons Or Gold Stars. And Some Of Them Just Wanted To Drink In Peace.

I Didn't Know That Other People Thought Things About Me. I Didn't Know That They Looked.