Dear Journal,
We won again! That means we’re the 2nd half champions! We play Nichols on Friday, and that will be the whole championship. I’m so excited! Me and Mom went to the grocery store to get lunch for Canobie Lake. This kid was like flirting with me when we were leaving. He asked if I won my soccer game, but I told him it as softball and I won. He was pretty cute, too. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m going on every ride, even the dragon one roller coaster. I have a tournament, Christina L.’s party, and Nick D.’s party all in the same day! TTFN
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Now, I usually don’t feel the need to comment on these entries, but… what? Did I really think this grocery-bagger was flirting with me? I’m twelve. I probably had my amateur metal-framed glasses on. Even better, I was probably wearing them with the magnetized shade attachments having just come from my softball game. I was a 5’2″, big-boned middle schooler whose only physically redeeming qualities were my bright green eyes and beyond-my-years personality, at the grocery store with my gorgeous mother after a softball game in which I can guarantee I picked up great deal of soil on my skin and uniform; yet, I thought this person, who was legally at least four years my senior, was flirting with me. Let’s just think about that one, little Allison.
And so, life goes on.
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