Keena Ford and the Secret Journal Mix-Up Read Free

phone down, then she walked over to me and gave me a hug. When she did that, about a million tears popped right out of my eyes.
    â€œDon’t worry about what Brian said. He didn’t mean it,” Mom said to me. I told her that yes, I was worried about Brian, but that we would have to talk about it later because for now I was worried about something else. I told her that my journal was at Tiffany’s and that I had to get it back right away. “It’s an emergency,” I said. “She might read it.”
    â€œNow, I’m sure it’s almost Tiffany’s bedtime,” Mom said. “And there is no way she will have time to read it tonight. You have written a LOT in that journal.” Mom smiled a little bit. “You can just get it from her at school tomorrow,” she said, and she gave me a squeeze. Then Mom asked me to get ready for bed and said she would come tuck me in after she talked to Dad again.
    Now I am going to watch TV for a while and rest my hand. My hand is tired from writing for such a long time.

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 16
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    6 P.M.
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    Okay, I am ready to write the rest of the story now.
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    This morning at school I was going to ask Tiffany about my journal right away. But she said something to me first. She came right up to me with a big smile on her face. “You left your journal at my apartment,” she told me.
    â€œI know,” I said. Then I asked her if I could have my journal back.
    â€œI didn’t bring it with me,” she said. She was still smiling like crazy. Tiffany never smiles at me unless she is about to tell me something bad. I was pretty sure I knew what bad thing Tiffany was going to tell me.
    â€œYou didn’t READ my journal, did you?” I asked her. “You better not have read it. That is my private stuff in there.”
    Tiffany didn’t say anything for one minute. Then she said, “Yes, I read it. I read the whole thing.”
    When Tiffany said that, my face got about a million degrees more hot. I was shocked. I don’t know where the water comes from inside you that makes you cry, but it shot up into my eyes in about three seconds.
    â€œThat was my PRIVATE STUFF!” I said again.
    â€œThen you should not have left it at my apartment,” Tiffany said. She raised and lowered her shoulders very fast like she knows everything.
    â€œI’m telling,” I said.
    â€œIf you tell on me, I will tell everyone what you wrote in your journal,” she said. “Even the bad stuff. I will tell them all of it.”

    If Tiffany told all the things I wrote in my journal, I would be in big trouble with a lot of people. Here’s some of the bad stuff I wrote: I wrote that Mom’s new haircut made her look like an old lady. I had written that Dad was mean for not letting me go to my friend Linny’s sleepover on a Saturday just because I stayed home sick on Friday, even after I promised to just lie in my sleeping bag the whole time and rest. I wrote that Linny was a liar because she said she stayed up all night at the sleepover. And I wrote that Eric was getting on my nerves because he was bragging about going to a Washington Wizards basketball game. “Fine, I won’t tell,” I said.
    â€œAnd you have to do everything I say,” Tiffany told me.
    â€œLike what?” I asked her.
    Tiffany did not answer because just then Ms. Campbell asked Tiffany and me why it was taking us so long to unpack our backpacks and did we remember that we were supposed to sit down.
    â€œSorry, Ms. Campbell. Keena keeps talking to me at the cubbies,” Tiffany said.
    â€œI do not!” I said.
    â€œBoth of you, please just find your seats,” Ms. Campbell said.
    Even though I was mad at Tiffany, I was excited for reading time because we were going to read more fables. There is a whole section about fables in our big reading books.
    But at reading time, Ms. Campbell told us we