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Kelly’s Online Journal

Thursday, May 18, 8:30 a.m.

Spanish is so dumb this morning and the asshole teacher thinks I’m actually taking notes on my computer. Nah. She’s just too lazy to care what any of us are doing. Well, like I’d care about Spanish verbs with the night I had last night. I can’t even function this morning.

Well, first, the Amazon struck again. She and Daddy were supposed to be at some hospital thing and then I find out she jumped down a hole—she’s the hole—yeah, and she saved this woman only she didn’t save her anyway. She died. Well too bad. Dad, Daddy, my darling Daddy. You suck. You couldn’t keep your hands off her.

I don’t care. Nothing here is right for me. I called Alison again last night. At midnight! I texted so her idiot parents wouldn’t hear her cell. Alison never goes to bed. She always says she sleeps all day in school, that’s what it’s for. Ha. That’s right. We talked for an hour!!!

Alison said she’s going to go out with Scott, but I think she’s lying. He never even talks to her. I so don’t think so.

Anyway, screw them. Besides, he’s only a kid. Fifteen. No big deal.

I told Alison all about this guy at the idiot Amazon’s house. His name is Giles—is that cool or what? He’s from a French place in Africa and he has the most darling accent. He’s married. Doesn’t it just figure? To this American named Carol. She’s okay, but she seems so way older than he is. Alison wanted to know everything. Well, Giles is this sweet mild chocolate color with these killer brown eyes. He’s not real tall, but he has muscles where it counts.

Dad totally forced me to go to the Amazon’s house while they went to the hospital thing, and I was so pissed I showed up late and then went in their den and locked the door. Her kids are fiends.

So Giles comes and knocks on the door and says so softly, ‘Kel-ly?’ Oh, it’s to die for the French way he says it. Anyway, I opened the door and he has espresso coffee for me and him. Decaf, but hey, espresso! He must think I’m much older than 14. Well, girls mature much faster than boys, everybody knows that.

So I talked to him, really talked, and he listened and didn’t say I shouldn’t swear or that I should try to see Daddy’s side or anything. He just listened and nodded and once he called me “la pauvre.” It means poor thing. I looked it up. I wish I was taking French. It’s way cooler than Spanish.

And he cooks. After a while we went in the kitchen and he gave me some black bean and rice dish he’d made and it smelled so good and I realized I was starved. Usually I hate that kind of vegetarian bean crap, but this was really good. I ate a ton of it and had a coke. The espresso was great, but maybe it was a little strong.

Giles was so sweet I wanted to figure out a way to let him know that I’m not a kid and I can tell when a guy is interested. So when we were putting the dishes in the dishwasher I accidentally on purpose brushed against him twice. When he didn’t seem to get it, I pretended to trip and fell toward him so he’d have to catch me.

Well, can you fucking believe it??? He catches me by the arms and holds me at arms length. His face looks like a mask and he says, “No, Kel-ly, no. Be a child. It is okay.”

I was so humiliated I wanted to die. A child! What does he think these breasts are, balloons under my shirt? I ran back to the den and locked the door again.

Well, of course I didn’t tell Alison that part. I let her think things got a little heavy in the kitchen. Whatever. I could tell she was just so jealous.

But then I heard the front door open. I went out and the Amazon and Dad were in the dark in the front hall groping each other for crap’s sake. Oh, who gives a shit? Everybody’s got somebody but me. I wish I was the one who’d fallen into the hole and the hole had no bottom and I could go on falling.

Forever.