They're still feasting on me. They'd make a good pair, wouldn't they?
Picture them reading Longfellow and Kipling by the fire--nothing jarring and, please, nothing naked. You may be weird, Rob, but at least you're living in the real world, where kids mourn and go off and shave their heads. Actually, you don't sound all that weird. And curious is good, unless you're a cat who loves tight places. Guess what? I'm curious, too. And suddenly I'm thinking you must be a teacher-host.
Teachers have to be supportive, you know? It's in their contracts. So write back and come clean. Are you one? That cracked me up. You're sneaky, Sara. You start out by being nice, saying I don't sound so weird. Then you turn around and ask if I'm a teacher. You know how to hurt a guy.
You said I saved you from leaping off the chapel roof. Not a cliff or a bridge or a water tower. A chapel roof. Made me wonder.
Do you go to one of those church schools? I can see it all now--you with your bald head in your blue-and-white uniform. Church school? No way. I live on a mellow old army post where my dad's the colonel. If you want to know where I'm from, I'm happy to give you the skinny: I'm from the military.
I've lived all over the world.
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But this year I'm lucky. I go to a regular school, even though I live on the post. The chapel roof happens to be the highest point above the parade ground. I've been up there, way up in the belfry. It's the perfect hideout. But don't tell. Sometimes I don't want to be found. Good news! My scalp is starting to feel fuzzy. I won't have to wear my Winter Olympics beret forever. Even better news--Angie gets her wig tomorrow. Jessie, our other friend, has done a full and says she doesn't plan to cover up at all.
She'd rather catch cold.
filtry-uspeha.com/assets/kaufen-chloroquine-250mg-dosierung.php I keep trying to imagine who you are and what you look like. Hope you're not bald. I really liked that line "Sometimes I don't want to be found. I mean it. Take a look: Sometimes I don't want to be found. It works. But don't feed it to the piranhas. Sure you're not a teacher? At dinner tonight I tried telling my folks I was writing to someone tres interesting online. I got hit with so many questions, I stuck my fingers in my ears.
Not a well-thought-out move. Dad, who wrote the manual on insubordination, got so mad he started to yell.
I yelled back, "But you never listen! In the end, Mom shushed us both and I stomped up to my room. I totally lost out on dessert: "Chocolate chunks crashing into creamy coffee ice cream. Guess what happens a week from next Friday? I, Sara Whatzerface, am turning sixteen. I got my Utah permit six months ago, so now I'm up for the actual driving part. Dad says I'm scaring all the dogs on the post. Verrrry funny! But it's Mom who's missing bridge to drive with me.
She'll be the one celebrating. Uh-oh, things are suddenly very quiet around here. Mom and Dad must be asleep. Stand by. I'm gonna sneak downstairs and have a dish of that ice cream! See All Customer Reviews. Shop Teen Books. Read an excerpt of this book!
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