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| Memories and an old tattered notebook Part 1 |
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| Author: Christina Conrader Disclaimer: The aren?t mine. Need I say more? Summary: Post Sexual Healing Category: I/A Rating: G (Just fluff. I really need to get a life.) Author?s Note: Alex Remembers fifth grade with Isabel. After Maria had requested Alex?s fifth grade picture collection he started to think about his days at Roswell Elementary. He dug around in his closet until he found it. His school notebook. Half of the front cover was ripped off, otherwise it was in pretty good condition, despite the mine field his closet was. He opened his half cover and started to read. Hi, I?m Alex Whitman, but everyone calls me Whitless. The teacher finally came up with and alternative to writing letters to classmates which was a total disaster. It?s a school notebook. I think it?s a lame idea and it?s girly like a diary or journal, as Liz puts it. This is just an excuse for our teacher to take a cigarette break and I don?t care if he reads this either. Smoking causes cancer! Anyway, let me tell you about myself. I am ten years old and I live with both my mother and father. My friends are Maria DeLuca and Liz Parker. My enemies are anyone who calls me Whitless, especially Kyle Valenti. Mom tells me that he has problems with anger and aggression. Maria just thinks he's brain dead. We were assigned science partners today. I got to be with Maria and Liz got to be with Max Evans. Maria hates science though. I wish I could be with Isabel, Max's sister. She's smart and pretty and she doesn't spend half the class yelling at Michael Guerin. Day two of this lame notebook. I'm kinda sorry I wrote that cigarette break beaten. I will continue my anti-cancer campaign! I dub the, teacher of fifth grade at Roswell Elementary, Sir Cancer Man. Recess was fun. I married Liz. Liz Whitman doesn?t sound quite right. Liz Evans sounds better. She just hit me with her notebook for that. Liz has been blowing her nose an awful lot since we smashed cup cake in each other's faces. Maybe she's allergic or something. Maria says she's going to cut off all her hair because Michael won't stop pulling it. I told her she?d look like a boy if she did that. I'm gonna have a bruise on my shin tomorrow. I've gotta learn to say the right things. Day three of "constructive expression." It?s still lame. Sir Cancer Man gave me another detention. Maria?s not here so Liz and I are bored. Recess was fun though. Liz and Max smashed cup cake in each other?s faces. I brought my camera and took a picture of them. They looked so funny. Isabel asked me to take some pictures of her, Max, and Michael and some of her by herself. In art we had to paint pictures. Kyle put paint all over Liz. I took a picture of that too. She got mad and threatened to break my camera. Needless to say, I sat alone at lunch today. |
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