The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker

Headache

I haven’t made an acidic remark in ages. My image is suffering in my own eyes… Oh, ok… just the Beatrice part is dying to say something diabolically sarcastic. Maybe I should just get it all out. ‘No holding back’, as Dr. Russell says. So here goes, Beatrice! Write something about Theo.

Wow. I’m totally blank about nasty stuff on that guy. He’s just too nice for me to make any hurtful remarks. (Let’s hope he doesn’t read this bit. Ever. It would be worse than you, the reader, finding out that I live right next door to you. I’d better not be your GND. And if I am the girl next door, you’d do well to keep quiet about it. Because I have a surplus quota of pert remarks waiting, reserved just for you)

 I was wondering all through the night about what his one weird habit will be. I don't know why, but his evasion has made me all the more curious about it. So I'm still free to call him a jerk. Because I told him my weird habit. And it was a deal that he'd tell me his. And he didn't stick to it. So it's okay to call him a liar and a jerk and... I just have a headache right now. I don't know whether Theo is more cute or more infuriating. And his SPD is giving me a headache. Maybe that's why he's my friend (I'm sure of this now, he really is my friend. He is an awfully lovable pain in the a**). But I am guessing he is a different sort of mental himself (just like you are), because nobody in their right minds would stick with a girl when they know she's mental. What's more, this particular girl is happy being mental.