They call me a liar.
They say it’s something they can see on my face. If they can see it, I don’t think that makes
me a very good liar. Now they don’t
believe anything I say, even if it’s the honest-to-God truth. I know Sarah started calling me a liar. That got spread through the school. Well, she’s wrong. It’s Sarah who’s lying. She’s been lying ever since she could
talk. I only tell the truth. My friends would stand up for me, but my only
friend is Crispin and he’s graduating.
What am I supposed to do?
I’d like the liberty to retire, but the school needs
me. Call me arrogant, but I don’t think
any other principal could handle the discipline problems as well as I can. The superintendent says I have a way with students
– a method that makes us tolerate each other.
It is interesting to be principal – in my school, it’s a new crisis
every day. That’s how it will continue
until we put new discipline measures in place.
All I can say is that I hope they work out well. Speaking of which, I have to fill out another
At one point, I had lice.
Our family came from Georgia, and when we moved up to North Carolina, we
stayed in a hotel that probably gave us the lice. They were not friendly, those little
bugs. I remember being very little when
it happened, probably only six or so. I
think my mom used to wash my hair with that special shampoo that smelled
terrible and gave me bad dandruff. I
still have dandruff today, thanks to that shampoo. Indirectly, it was the lice that put flakes
in my hair. Well done, lice. You really made my day.
That weird girl Orrin keeps following me. Like so many other girls, she’s got a crush
on me. I don’t think I’d ever date a
girl with a boy’s name… but then again, I’m a hypocrite. I have a crush on a girl named Roxanne, but she
goes by Rocky. She’s two years older
than me and doesn’t give me a lick of attention. Oh well.
I’m too focused on trying to create my websites and I’m actually making
some levels for a video game. I’m trying
to play them through myself, but they’re too hard even for me.
I sneaked over to Rocky’s house one night, just to see
her. I was having a bad day. My mom was bitching at me, my dad was egging
her on, and my boss just doesn’t give a damn as usual. Rocky is the only person I can bounce
problems off of, and just to get a glimpse of her would make me feel
better. It was three in the morning and I
couldn’t sleep. I walked to her house,
looked up at her window, and saw lights on.
She was awake, but why? Maybe it
was a one-time thing.
Little Black Book
A long time ago, when Sarah and I were preteens, I found her
little black book. She must have had the
phone number of every boy in the school!
I was in sixth grade and she was in eighth grade at the time. I had no idea where she got all those phone
numbers, but I had a theory that she just looked through the phone book and
copied them all down. It’s something
Sarah would do – in a bid for popularity.
She even had my crush’s number, even though she had proclaimed him as “disgusting.” Weird.