almost drifted off with such unbelievable
boredom when I heard Kent call, 'Can we have the hat
now, please?'
'Sure,' I replied, sending it down the hill like a
frisbee.
'Gee thanks, Ace!' Kia shot me another greasy as she
jogged down the beach to retrieve it. 'We wouldn't
want you to move.'
But that was my cue to get the hell out of there and
back to Kia's bedroom. Time to unpack my second
favourite hat, the one with Jack Johnson's autograph.
Only then could I relax. Well, sort of.
Apart from Kia's mum, Bridget, whose snores occasionally
rumbled down the hallway, I was the only one
home. It was so nice to have the house to myself. It
meant I could have a good long look at how my scalp
was going and what my latest hair count was. Plus,
I needed to chuck and punch the pillows around Kia's
room to let off the steam that was sizzling inside of me.
Tomorrow I had to say goodbye to my Starfish
Sisters. The weekend wasn't turning out how I'd
hoped. I knew it was my fault but I just couldn't relax.
My jaw was sore from smiling too hard and too much
and my neck felt tight and stiff from keeping my head
still all the time.
I crawled into Kia's bed, half of me wishing I was
back home while the other half wanted to slap myself
across the face and go back to the beach.
It wasn't like I meant to. But I got bored lying on
Kia's bed waiting for the others to come back. I didn't
go looking for it. That'd be worse. I simply noticed
there was a lump in the bottom of Micki's sleeping bag
and I wanted to know what it was.
How was I meant to know it was going to be a
diary? It just looked like a notebook.
I didn't open it straightaway. It rested on my lap for
at least ten – well, two minutes. Then I figured, We tell each other our secrets, so what could be in here that I couldn't read or that I wouldn't know anyway? Let's face it, a
thirteen-year-old girl – well, at least one like Micki –
wouldn't get up to much.
I ran my thumb along the spine, then wedged it
inside a random page and opened Micki's diary. The
page was blank. So was the one before and the one
after.
Kia's bedroom door was slightly open. I was caught
between shutting it for safety or keeping it that way, so
I'd hear the girls when they got home.
Closing the door won.
I made the pillows all comfy, shook out the doona
and snuggled back into Kia's bed.
I kept flicking back through the pages until I found
some writing.
Friday 12 June, AFTER MIDNIGHT. AT KIA'S.
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I MADE IT!!!
Hello! It's been a while and you know why so we
don't need to go there.
'Who's she talking to?' I said out loud.
I'd never kept a diary. What was the point? It's not
like there'd be any shock value in it 'cause it was your
life. You'd know it all anyway!
To me it was one of those babyish, tweenie things to
do. Like 'Dear diary, had a fight with my mum today'
or 'Dear diary, I have a crush on this guy but I'm too
scared to say hi.'
Still, I had to remind myself that Micki was heaps
younger than us 'cause she was usually the most
mature.
This is already the best weekend eva EXCEPT it's
gonna be bad when we have to say goodbye to Ace.
The spit caught in my throat.
I want to write positive stuff like I did last time
at camp (well mostly) but I'm scared coz I know
there's gonna be other things on my mind and they're
gonna make me sad. But honestly I couldn't be any
sadder than I was back home, so what's the problem,
eh???
Dad and I had a BIIIG talk on thurzday night and
it's kinda freaked me out. I don't wanna tell u all about
it now coz I still can't figure it out in my head let
alone write it down. I didn't see it coming and I don't
know if thatz whatz freaking me out the most??
Coz shouldn't I be freaked out about leaving Dad and
moving in to Kia's?
I read that line again.
Micki was moving in with Kia? Neither of them had
said anything.
I feel bad. I feel weird. I feel scared. I feel
happy. I feel relieved to be getting away from Dad
but then
boredom when I heard Kent call, 'Can we have the hat
now, please?'
'Sure,' I replied, sending it down the hill like a
frisbee.
'Gee thanks, Ace!' Kia shot me another greasy as she
jogged down the beach to retrieve it. 'We wouldn't
want you to move.'
But that was my cue to get the hell out of there and
back to Kia's bedroom. Time to unpack my second
favourite hat, the one with Jack Johnson's autograph.
Only then could I relax. Well, sort of.
Apart from Kia's mum, Bridget, whose snores occasionally
rumbled down the hallway, I was the only one
home. It was so nice to have the house to myself. It
meant I could have a good long look at how my scalp
was going and what my latest hair count was. Plus,
I needed to chuck and punch the pillows around Kia's
room to let off the steam that was sizzling inside of me.
Tomorrow I had to say goodbye to my Starfish
Sisters. The weekend wasn't turning out how I'd
hoped. I knew it was my fault but I just couldn't relax.
My jaw was sore from smiling too hard and too much
and my neck felt tight and stiff from keeping my head
still all the time.
I crawled into Kia's bed, half of me wishing I was
back home while the other half wanted to slap myself
across the face and go back to the beach.
It wasn't like I meant to. But I got bored lying on
Kia's bed waiting for the others to come back. I didn't
go looking for it. That'd be worse. I simply noticed
there was a lump in the bottom of Micki's sleeping bag
and I wanted to know what it was.
How was I meant to know it was going to be a
diary? It just looked like a notebook.
I didn't open it straightaway. It rested on my lap for
at least ten – well, two minutes. Then I figured, We tell each other our secrets, so what could be in here that I couldn't read or that I wouldn't know anyway? Let's face it, a
thirteen-year-old girl – well, at least one like Micki –
wouldn't get up to much.
I ran my thumb along the spine, then wedged it
inside a random page and opened Micki's diary. The
page was blank. So was the one before and the one
after.
Kia's bedroom door was slightly open. I was caught
between shutting it for safety or keeping it that way, so
I'd hear the girls when they got home.
Closing the door won.
I made the pillows all comfy, shook out the doona
and snuggled back into Kia's bed.
I kept flicking back through the pages until I found
some writing.
Friday 12 June, AFTER MIDNIGHT. AT KIA'S.
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I MADE IT!!!
Hello! It's been a while and you know why so we
don't need to go there.
'Who's she talking to?' I said out loud.
I'd never kept a diary. What was the point? It's not
like there'd be any shock value in it 'cause it was your
life. You'd know it all anyway!
To me it was one of those babyish, tweenie things to
do. Like 'Dear diary, had a fight with my mum today'
or 'Dear diary, I have a crush on this guy but I'm too
scared to say hi.'
Still, I had to remind myself that Micki was heaps
younger than us 'cause she was usually the most
mature.
This is already the best weekend eva EXCEPT it's
gonna be bad when we have to say goodbye to Ace.
The spit caught in my throat.
I want to write positive stuff like I did last time
at camp (well mostly) but I'm scared coz I know
there's gonna be other things on my mind and they're
gonna make me sad. But honestly I couldn't be any
sadder than I was back home, so what's the problem,
eh???
Dad and I had a BIIIG talk on thurzday night and
it's kinda freaked me out. I don't wanna tell u all about
it now coz I still can't figure it out in my head let
alone write it down. I didn't see it coming and I don't
know if thatz whatz freaking me out the most??
Coz shouldn't I be freaked out about leaving Dad and
moving in to Kia's?
I read that line again.
Micki was moving in with Kia? Neither of them had
said anything.
I feel bad. I feel weird. I feel scared. I feel
happy. I feel relieved to be getting away from Dad
but then
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