it.
Had Tabi somehow found where I keep it, read it, and put it back?
It was the only explanation I could think of. How else could she know about my dream where I was a girl singing with Jordan?
I was panicking. What was I gonna do?
If Tabi spreads this around school, I'm done. I'll be the laughing-stock of the school. I'll never live it down!
And that would be just like Tabi to do something like that. She thinks she so smart.
I picked my jeans up off the floor, grabbed a shirt from off my chair that still looked OK, and got dressed for school.
I went downstairs and found Tabi sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. She smiled at me and batted her eyes innocently as I walked into the kitchen.
I glared at her, mentally shooting red hot laser beams at her and hoping maybe one of them would become real and vaporize her.
Tabi continued to smile innocently and said good morning to me. She continued on to tell me that she'd read a fascinating article in her new Top Teen magazine written by a woman name Maxine.
That's when she lost it and started giggling hysterically. She laughed so hard, tears were coming down her face.
I just stood there staring at her as the relief washed over me.
She hadn't read my diary! She'd got the idea all by herself after reading her stupid magazine article.
Normally at a time like this I'd be furious and striking back with some brilliant comment that made her look like a knob, but I was actually too relieved to be angry.
My world wasn't over. Tabi hadn't read my diary, and I wasn't going to be the laughing-stock of the school today.
I stared at Tabby for a moment longer, imagined what she'd look like as a cow, and went to the cupboard to get a bowl for some cereal.
Actually, the image of Tabi as a cow wasn't bad. I think I'll draw it later and tape it to HER door. Sweet revenge.
Of course, my drawing will be TONS better than Tabi's as she can't even come close to my wicked awesome drawing skills.
On a different topic, Dad was pretty surprised when he got home last night. I ran up and gave him a big hug as soon as he was in the door.
He asked me what that was for, and I told him it was just because. He looked at me kinda funny, and I asked him “What? Can't a guy give his Dad a hug.”
He said OK and smiled at me with one of those funny parent smiles. You know the kind that says they don't have a clue, and that they understand totally, all at the same time.
Parents are like that. Sometimes I think my Dad is a pretty smart guy, and sometimes I just shake my head.
On the way to school, Boogie and I fixed things up. I was a little worried when I started walking towards the spot just a couple streets over where we usually meet up in the mornings. I wasn't sure he was going to show, like maybe he was just going to walk to school by himself this morning, so I was relieved when I saw him standing there waiting for me.
Boogie didn't say anything when I walked up, just started walking along beside me kinda looking at the ground. You know the way you do when you're mad at someone and don't want to accidentally look in their eyes?
I wonder why people do that? Probably because they're trying to stay mad, and they know if they look at the person, they'll probably start talking, get everything off their chests, and apologize to each other, and they won't be mad any more.
Kinda dumb isn't it. Like people want to stay mad for some reason. Of course, I was pretty much doing the same thing except for the occasional sneaked glance over at Boogie to make sure he wasn't looking at me.
Finally, I broke the silence. It wasn't like I was backing down or admitting I was wrong or anything, but Boogie picked a really HUGE booger and held up his finger before he started to roll it, and I was