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THURSDAY (RECESS)
You would think that, since I'm the big 1-0, I would be bigger and know a lot more things than anything. (OK, so I'm the only one thinking like that.) But I don't, so I figured out. Because Samantha isn't here yet, and we were at the part when we already memorized our lines and we start the film. And she's in the very first scene. This stinks.
LATER...
Do you know what saved our butts? Samantha. Because she's here! And we're gonna start the film! YEAH!!
MOM (SAMANTHA): Liss, you really have to stop lying.
LISS: I can't help it. I have pseudomania. I 'm a pseudomaniac. Emphasis on the "maniac."
MOM: Well, try not to lie.
LISS: Mom, do you KNOW the meaning of compulsive?
MOM: Nope.
LISS: Neither do I. That's why I'm a maniac.
MOM: No, it's why you have a B in English.
LISS: Well, that too.
MOM: Before I forget, AJ called. Wanted to know if you could come over this afternoon.
LISS: Can I?
MOM: Sure. Be back by, say, six.
LISS: Great. See ya then.
MOM: Don't want me to drive you there?
LISS: I'm going to the library first. You don't know where that is.
MOM: OK, bye.
LISS: Bye. (Goes out the door)
FRIDAY
Jess, Francis, Ian, Samantha, and Rick came over today to do the movie. There's no school today because one of the MAN teachers put hidden cameras in the GIRL'S BATHROOM and he won't fess up. We know it's a boy the only girl teacher was sick and was subbed by a man.
So we were working on scene 3, the scene where Liss is on the plane to Russia. We finished that, did scene 4 (where Liss meets Troy), and decided to take a break.
"Ian, what gave you the idea for the story, anyways?" Samantha asked, munching on a cupcake. Alessa's, really, but I would just become my character and lie to her.
"My brother's a pseudomaniac," he said silently.
"So how do you know if he's lying or not?" I questioned.
"He's in Boston, in Harvard," he replied.
"So he's smart?" Rick butted in.
"Smart. Very smart. That's what he wrote in his last letter."
"When did you see him last?"
"I was nine. That was last year, in fourth grade. He was saying, 'Dude, I know we've had a rough patch, and sorry. I'm going to Boston with Rocky, OK?'"
"He didn't say what exactly he was doing?" Rick frowned.
"No. He was always like that. Dark and mysterious. I'm the opposite."
"Or so you think," I coughed.
"I hate you," Ian snarled.
"Oh, thanks. You're beautiful too,"
"I made that comeback up,"
"And you just handed it to me. Thanks,"
"I doubly hate you."
"Really, dude, lay off on the compliments,"
* * *
On Alessa's birthday on Wednesday, the house didn't have enough room for me to breathe. She had so many friends that I actually got kicked out. I could hear muffled music and unfamiliar voices.Caleb was kicked out too, so I wasn't alone. "Got kicked out, C-man?"
"Do you think I wanted to look at the flowers?" he snapped in his high pitched voice you have when you're in preschool.
"Well, they're beautiful, aren't they?"
"You're no good big kid,"
"I'm no big kid. Really."
"You not."
I frowned, staring at the stars in the sky with glimmering stars dotted on it. Let's connect the dots, I thought, since it's the best thing you can do out here anyways.
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