“Seriously, you’re such a spazz! What’s going on with you?” Michelle straightened herself out, but she didn’t move far. She ended up propped...up on one knee over my lap, with her face hovering in front of me while her hands stayed locked on either side of me. I was so small, and she was so… Not. She was everything I wasn’t. She… I caught the barest flicker of her eyes and my heart soared. She’d looked at my lips. I wasn’t wrong this time. Her wry grin was fading and she was breathing uneasily.. Undaunted, they both said at the same time, "Go to fourth street, make a right and turn into the second driveway on the left."Doing as I was instructed, we pulled up into the narrow driveway of a very small bungelow . The girls again kissed each other and exited the car, heading to the front door of the quaint little house. Upon entering, I could pretty much see the entire house was just a small one bedroom suitewith no hidden rooms or the like. I was breathing easier, realizing that at least I. “What are we going to do? The Principal is going to expel us for good this time, Mom is useless, we have to do all the work around here. We have to do something, Mum can’t help us or herself, any ideas?”Bonnie and Marcie both agreed they were tired of doing housework, never having any spare money to themselves because their mother kept buying bottles of alcohol. Richard, the quieter one of the boys muttered, “Might have to do yard work for the rich old ladies here in town. I bet Mrs. Richards. My father would be home all too soon and I just knew that the first thing he would hear was all about the entries in my diaries. Looking over at my dresser I saw that the drawer where I kept my diaries was still open, the diaries themselves were strewn all over the dresser and floor, sniffing back my tears I went over to the dresser and gathered the diaries together. Every one of them had been opened, my step-mother had really done a job on them and must have spent ages going through them,.