Synopsis:

Mr. J scares the heck out of Em, as he is standing just inside the door, waiting for her to enter the main house, to get something to eat. Em wonders if she should turn, run away and forget eating.

Story:

I want to thank all the people that have helped me edit and critique this story. I especially want to thank Maddy Bell for allowing me to join her universe and giving me permission to write in it.

Based on the story Gaby, Book # 4 - Once Upon A Time In America By Maddy Bell

All Characters portrayed in the story are copywrited to Maddy Bell for her Gaby series found at Maddybell.com

Scene 31

Diane’s Place:

Wednesday (con’t)

“Well, get changed in the car then, just get in!” Brit instructed us.

“Hi Sandy.” Gaby said, while getting into the back seat of the car.

“Hi Gab, cute outfit.” Sandy said.

I followed Gaby into the back seat and sat besides her, closing the door.

“Ok Sand, lets hit the gas!” Brit encouraged.

Sandy put the car in gear and quickly headed for the mall.

While we were on our way, I pulled out and put on, my long denim skirt, and soon had the western style shirt on over my cheer outfit.

Gaby dug out her jeans and found she couldn’t put it on over her cheer skirt that was part of the one-piece costume. I heard her cursing under her breath, taking the jeans off and grabbing her jumper and putting that on over her cheer uniform. I must admit, it did look cute with the tiny skirt, and her legs still would stay warm from the tights. She stuffed her jeans back into her kit bag. I could tell though, she still was not a happy shopper. She still looked to all the world as a very cute teen girl. Even better looking than me, and she doesn’t even appreciate that fact.

“You doing ok Gab?” I asked. “It really wasn’t all that fair that Miss C chewed you out back there.”

“It’s no problem Rh … Em, I deserved that. Besides she apologized to me during warm ups.”

“So, what’s your dress going to look like? Any ideas? I think you learning how to make your own dress is so cool. I wish I could have had that class.”

“I wish it was you too Rh … Em, sorry. I’m not enjoying it all that much. It reminds me of what Maddy did to us last Valentines day, remember? The dress has two medium wide tie straps, with a full bikini bra type bodice that follows the top of the breast line, tapers down to the waist, then flares out to a drop waisted, flared out, skirt, that stops just above mid thigh.”

“Oh wow, that just sounds so awesome, you will look so hot in that dress you will have to beat guys off with a stick. They won’t know what hit them.”

“Yea, great. So hot, just what I want.” She was shaking her head looking at me disgustingly, and with confused eyes.

“Come on Gaby, cheer up. You’ll look great in that dress.”

She shook her head in disgust and looked out the window, ending the discussion.

“We’ll stock up on some groceries while we’re out Em.” Sandy called back.

“I hope we can get some decent tea then.” I said.

“I haven’t had a decent cup since I got here either, no offence Brit.” Gaby stated.

“Well it tastes alright to me.” Brit countered.

“Yeah, but you drink that Sarsaparilla stuff” Gaby noted.

“So? How can you drink, what is it? Buttercup and Bourbon?” Brit returned.

“Dandelion and Burdock. That’s different, it’s got some taste at least.” Gaby stated.

“What’s Dandelion and Burdock?” Sandy enquired.

“English soda, sort of like fruity Root Beer.” Brit advised her.

“I like Root Beer." Sandy told us.

“Mad had that at that truck stop place.” Gaby stated.

“Tasted like antiseptic when I had a sip.” I said.

Our conversation continued until we got to the mall’s car park. I noticed Gaby wasn’t looking to good, she turned white and had closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car as did Sandy and Brit. We all started for the mall.

I turned around and saw Gaby still at the car, so I said, “Hurry up Gab!”

She really looked hot in that outfit she is wearing. If I would’ve of been a boy and Gaby a real girl, I would so like to date her. I noticed other people were taking note of Gaby too. No one was really paying us any attention, it was all on Gaby.

We let Sandy take the lead to the haberdashery.

“Erm Brit?” Gaby asked.

“Uh huh?”

“Urm, who’s paying for this stuff?”

“Usually the student.”

“Well I’m not spending too much.” Gaby sighed.

“It’s alright, we can get something nice. Mom said I have to pay, to apologize for Sunday.”

“But …”

“Gab, just go with it.” Brit said, “Don’t look a gift thingy in the wotsit, as you Brit’s say.”

“Ooh I love this.” Sandy enthused, holding up a piece of the satin material.

“That will make a great lining Gab.” Brit added.

“Ok.” Gaby’s less than enthused answer came back to them.

While they were talking, I looked over and saw a white bolt of satin material that just shone. Wow, this would look so good as a dress and I bet it would feel great to wear.

“Guys!” I yelled.

“What you found, girl?” Brit asked.

“How about this?” I held up some of the material so it would shine in the light. “It’ll go just perfect with that lining.”

I saw Gaby looking at me in disbelieve and shaking her head. She looked like she wanted to ask me something. Britney was excited about the material and we ended up getting it. Gaby did the conversions, so I hope she has enough of the materials. I saw Brit get the other stuff necessary to make a dress.

After Brit paid for the materials, Sandy suggested, “Let’s get a coffee.”

I saw Gaby’s face go long and looked frustrated. “Sure, I’ll get them by way of a thank you.”

“You don’t have to.” Sandy stated

“Let her Sand, Gabs has a distinct sense of honor, eh Gab?” I stated.

“I suppose so.” Gaby returned.

“In that case Gaby, thanks.” Sandy stated.

We went into the food court and got our drinks. I decided to have a hot chocolate. We found a table and Britney filled us in about what had been happening over at their house. Gaby was unusually quiet. I wonder what is up with her lately. She is not so talkative like she used to be. She seems to be mad about something.

“Gaby, you ok? You seem to be upset about something.” I asked.

“Oh … ah … well, I …” looking at Sandy, then back at me, “I’m alright Em, I guess I’m just nervous about making this dress.” Looking at Britney.

“Don’t worry Gabs, I’ll help you with it. You will look so gorgeous and hot, you will have every boy drooling at the dance.”

“Great!” Gaby said, putting a fake smile on her face.

I could tell Gaby was really upset about all of this, but she put her best foot forward and braved the taunting Brit was doing to her. I feel for Drew, he is definitely having a tough time with all of this. I wish I could sit and talk with him sometime, just the two of us. I figured he couldn’t tell me what was wrong with Sandy here, for he clammed up once he looked at her.

Looking at my watch, “Sandy, we have to get going. I have to be home by six-thirty for Ellen to pick me up for ballet lessons.”

“Yes, we better get going then or we will be late.” Sandy stated.

We dropped Gaby and Britney off at the Walters house. When we were driving to Sandy’s, Sandy stated, “Gaby is pretty shy isn’t she? She definitely seems to be nervous about making that dress, and it seemed she really does not like the idea of turning guys on. She seemed to dread that.”

“Yes, I guess she just hasn’t got into guys yet, and yes she is nervous about making that dress. She has never done anything like that before. All she usually does is race bicycles.”

“So you told me. Still there is something about her that just seems not quite right, I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh she’s ok, she is just shy, is all. Except when she is on her bike, then she is a lioness, a very fierce fighter.”

“Well she is a sweet girl, I like her.”

I took my kit with me to our flat, and dashed inside to get my ballet kit, I really need a shower, but I fear that I will have to wait until after ballet class. There just isn’t enough time to do it now.

“Em, don’t forget, we’re going to Diane’s later tonight, so I’ll pick you up after your ballet class. She said it was alright to come after nine, if that’s ok for you?”

“I hope we can get something to eat, I’m starving.”

“Let me call over to my mom’s and see if she may have something quick that you could take with you.”

“Thanks Sandy, I appreciate that.”

I finished getting my kit together and got ready to leave.

“Mom said to stop over before you go, she has a salad wrap for you, and a hot chocolate if you would like that?”

“Sounds great. I leave now and see you later, ok?”

“Sure Em, see you later.”

I dashed out of the flat and ran over to the main house. Entering the kitchen, Mrs. J was there finishing up the wrap.

“Hi Em. Feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you Mary.”

“Here you go, this should hold you over for a while.” She handed me the roll and she gave me a Styrofoam cup full of hot chocolate, with a top on it so it wouldn’t spill.

Just as I took the items Mary made for me, I heard little feet running, and Kevin yelling, “Em’s here, Em’s here.” He tore through the kitchen door and charged me.

“WOOH! Wait Kevin, I have hot chocolate in my hands.” But before he could stop he slammed into me making me drop the hot chocolate all over him. He was yelling and I said, “Oh my God , Kevin are you alright?”

Mrs. J hurriedly grabbed a towel and ran over to Kevin and started blotting up the hot chocolate while Kevin was screaming and crying.

“I’m so sorry Kevin, you took me by surprise and I couldn’t put the hot chocolate down before you hit me. Let me take your shirt off.” Helping him unbutton his shirt that had hot chocolate all over it.

Mary wiped him off and Kevin was just sobbing, Mrs. J took a wet washcloth and put cold water on it to cool Kevin’s skin. This seemed to help calm him.

“I’m sorry this happened Kevin, will you be ok?” I said.

“Y … ye … yes.” He cried.

I heard a horn honk out in the car park.

“I have to go Kevin, I’m sorry. I have ballet lessons again.”

“Ahhh you can’t play any games with me tonight?” still sniffling.

“I’m sorry Kevin, I can’t.” Kevin turned to his mother and buried his head into her apron and cried.

I looked up at Mary forlorned, Mary smiled and said, “Don’t worry Em, he’ll get over it. He’ll be alright.”

I felt so bad, I wanted to cry. I took my salad wrap and kit, and headed out to Ellen’s car.

When I got into her car, Ellen took one look at me and said, “What’s wrong Em?”

I told her what happened and she looked at me and said, “You want to skip tonight?”

“Ah … no, I guess I’ll be alright.” looking at the wrap.

Ellen seeing me look at the wrap said, “Go ahead and eat Em, you have time.”

I finished the wrap before we arrived at the school. I sure hope Kevin will be alright.

I went to the locker room and got changed for ballet. I noticed I had to change my tampon for I was leaking. Crap just what I need, I changed my tampon and went to wash my panties when Rachel came walking in.

“Oh Em, I see you had a leaker, huh? Don’t you just hate that?”

“Hi Rachel, yes I do. I hate it.” Standing butt naked at the sink.

“I’ll get dressed and meet you at the practice room.”

“Ok, see you after getting dressed.”

I finished getting kitted up, I was wearing a yellow leotard, with white tights and my yellow dance shoes. Putting a yellow hair band in my hair, to keep it under control. I checked and touched up my makeup and made sure my hair was alright. I headed for the practice room.

Rachel took it easy on me again, which I was grateful for. I didn’t realize how tired I was, and I still had Diane to contend with.

Class ended and I told Ellen my plans for the evening and she gave me a hug and told me she would see me on Friday.

I got to the locker room and gratefully took a shower, I so needed it by now. While I was under the warm spray of the shower, Rachel told me I was leaking again. Damn this period stuff is for the birds. I washed myself down below and went to one of the stalls to change tampons again. I hope the capsule is finally empty, I don’t want to deal with another mess tonight.

I finished getting dressed, and gathered my kit. Rachel told me goodnight and left. I walked out to the car park and I saw Rachel talking with Sandy.

“Hey Em,” Sandy said.

“Hi Sandy. Night Rachel.”

“Night Em, see you later Sandy.” As Rachel took off.

“Have a good night at practice?”

“Yes I did actually, Rachel took it easy on me this evening again, thank God, I was so beat I didn’t have a lot of energy.”

“Want to cancel tonight with Diane then?”

“What? No that’s alright, I’ll survive.”

“You sure?”

Smiling, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Ok then, let’s hit the road.”

“How’s Kevin?”

“He is doing alright. I heard what happened. I bet you felt terrible?”

“When he asked me if I would be able to play some games and I told him I couldn’t; he turned and cried into your mom’s apron. That about took me over the edge.”

“Don’t worry Em, he’ll be alright. He wasn’t burned, just shocked I guess.”

“Well, in a way it was funny, the way he hit me, I just wish it wouldn’t have happened.”

“Don’t worry, you still have a fan.”

We arrived at Diane’s.

Sandy walked up to the door and knocked.

“Hey, hi Sandy.”

“Hi Diane, You remember Em don’t you?”

Yes I do, hi Em, welcome to my home, come on in. Let me take your coats. Can I get you girls anything to drink?”

“Hi Diane, lovely home you have here. Do you have any tea?” I asked.

“Thank you Em. I sure do, I have Earl Grey and a St. James, Darjeeling.”

“That would be brilliant Diane, I’ll take the Darjeeling.” Smiling broadly.

“I would like that too Diane.” Sandy said.

“I know you Brit’s are very particular, so would you like to help me, Em?”

“Sure Diane I’ll help you.”

I went to put the water on the stove and I noticed Diane was staring at me. Her eyes seemed to be glistening.

“Are you ok Diane?”

“Oh yes, I’m alright, I was just thinking about what it would be like to be fourteen and have my dad with me again.”

“I was told that you lost both of your parents.” turning the stove on, to boil the water.

Diane dug out her teapot. Em took the pot and cleaned it and asked Diane for a fuser. Diane gave Em the fuser and Em took a couple of teaspoons full of the Darjeeling tea and put it into the fuser, than put the fuser in the pot waiting for the water to boil.

Once the water was boiling, Em poured the water into the pot, and let the tea steep.

“Diane, may I serve the tea for you?”

“I would be delighted for you to serve us.”

“Ok, go and sit by Sandy, and I will be right in.”

Diane hugged Em and headed into the living room, and sat next to Sandy.

I set the teapot with three cups and saucers, on a tray, found the sugar and milk, and Diane had left some biscuits lying on the counter, so I placed them on a small plate and put them on the tray. I carefully carried the tray into the living room where Diane and Sandy were talking. I sat the tray down on the small table. I poured three cups of tea and asked each of them what they wanted in them. Diane said cream and sugar. I handed each their saucer and cup and took mine. Taking a seat, I ate my biscuits and sipped my tea.

“Thank you Em. That was very thoughtful of you. We are used to making our own.”

“Your welcome.”

“Sandy, there is nothing for you to apologize for, you were just frustrated.”

“Well, I wanted you to know that you are special to me. You have treated me well since we moved here and I really like you.”

“Sandy, I think you are a very nice person, I’m glad to have other kids my age around. There are so few of us here, us girls have to stick together. Let’s go shopping some time, girl. I think Em is so sweet too. I can see why you are so happy she is here.” She noticed I was blushing.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Sandy was just ranting about her parents, something about getting no support from them with shopping and stuff. She also was upset at her father. I told her I missed mine and not to be too rough on him, for at least she has one.”

“Oh that, well, I tend to agree with Sandy about her dad, he is a real prat. He is very infuriating. I kind of had it out with him last night. He was telling us about a project he has to do for his company, something about learning tolerance for those people that have different lifestyles, like Gays and Transsexuals. I think he ran afoul of a customer that had a Transsexual that was head of the IT department of this big company. Once he realized the person was a Transsexual, he told them that his software would not suit their company and left. The head of that company was very pissed, realizing why he left and called his boss. What he found when he got back, was a very pissed off boss and the boss threatened him with his job if he did not write a letter of apology to the Head of the other company, and the IT person. He also has to institute a no discrimination policy for these people, for the company, so he has to see psychologists and meet with other similar people like that IT person, and he hates it. He wouldn’t even listen to these people, thinking they are all perverts and not worthy of his time. Last night he was telling us all about this, and he started to assume I was like him; that I wouldn’t want to associate with these people. I have nothing against these people, and I was pissed he was trying to make me a bigot. I … um …”

“You should have been there Diane. She laid into my father like you wouldn’t believe. She actually left him speechless. She let him have it with both barrels and didn’t hold back. He deserved every bit of it.”

“Well yes, but I really worry what he is going to do to me once he realized what I said. I am very worried about him myself.”

“Em, my mom told you already, you have nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to fear, so stop worrying.”

“Really, Your dad was that bad last night?”

“Oh yes Diane, we’re not kidding, he truly out did himself last night.”

“Well at least you still have a dad, hopefully he will come around. That’s better than not having one.” as Diane started to tear up.

Sandy and I came over and gave Diane a big hug together. We saw that this helped Diane over her loss.

“Thanks guys I needed that.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, “Sometimes it is just so very hard to continue with life without my dad. We were inseparable and I loved him dearly.”

The three girls talked as they sipped their tea and ate the biscuits.

Diane truly enjoyed her tea; “Em, you really have a good touch brewing tea.”

Blushing, “Thank you Diane.”

They talked for a while about all sort of things.

“It’s getting late and Em and I have school tomorrow, so we better be going.”

“Sandy, Em, I want you two to come over anytime, and I mean anytime you want to talk, you hear me?”

“Yes, we will.” They parroted together.

On the way home I said, “She is really a nice girl. I feel so sorry for her not to have any family. She must really be lonely. Does she have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t think so, Em. All I know is she is a hard worker, and she has never really looked all that feminine at times. I know she runs her own company, but all I ever see her do is build bikes and she races them. I’ve never seen her in a truly social situation.”

“Well she is a beautiful girl. She needs some girl lessons though. Isn’t it interesting that the two of us are more girly and feminine than she is? Maybe we should help her become a beautiful girl, like, take her shopping for feminine clothes, get her a makeover and get her hair done. She could be a real stunner.”

“You know Em, that is not that bad of an idea. What say we ask if she would like to go shopping with us on say … ah … Sunday? What do you think of that?”

“That would be sooo bril! Let’s approach her and do that. We’ll make a girl of her yet. She could be such a looker.”

“Ok, I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

“Sandy, do you think your mom would have something substantial to eat? I am so hungry.”

“I think that could be arranged.”

We finished the rest of the ride in silence.

When we arrived home, I saw Mr. J’s car was sitting in the car park. I started to shake.

“Em, What’s wrong?”

“Um … your dad is home.”

“Yes, so what?”

“Well …”

“Em, will you please chill. Let’s go inside and stop worrying.”

We entered the house and it was quiet. No running of little feet. I heard the telly going, but that was all. Sandy walked through the kitchen, to the door and poked her head through.

“Mom? Are you up yet?”

“Oh, your home, I didn’t hear you come in. How are you sweetheart?”

“Not bad, you wouldn’t have anything for Em to munch on, would you? She really didn’t get all that much to eat tonight and she is still a trifle hungry.”

“I’m sure I can get something together for her.”

Whispering, “Is dad in the living room?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, Em is nervous about him being here.”

Sighing, she walked into the kitchen. “Hi Em. Dear, I wish you wouldn’t worry about my husband, he’s harmless, besides I think what you told him yesterday shook him up. He seems to be very sedate tonight, not so boisterous like he usually is.”

“Has he said anything about me?”

“No honey, he hasn’t. He seemed to be very quiet this evening. I don’t know what has gotten into him today, but like I said, he hadn’t said two words all evening. What would you like to eat? I have some microwave vegetable lasagna if you would like some, it only takes fifteen minutes to cook in the microwave?”

“That sounds good. Let me go over to the flat and clean up a bit and I’ll be right back.”

“Ok Em, we will see you in a bit.”

Sandy and Em went to the flat to freshen up.

After they returned, they walked into the kitchen and Em froze. Standing there was Mr. J. Em wanted to turn and run.

“Em, can I have a word with you, please?” Mr. J said.

Em started to shake and turned white as a sheet.

“Um …”

“No Em, I’m not upset at you. I need to apologize for my behavior yesterday. It seems I am doing that quite a bit lately. Could we have our talk in private, please?”

Now I was really getting nervous. Looking at Sandy, Sandy shrugged her shoulders and gave me a hug and quietly told me, “Go ahead, I’ll be near in case you need me.”

I nodded my head. I turned to Mr. J and I saw a pained look on his face. “I guess I deserve that. I’m so sorry Em that I acted the jerk yesterday. I promise, I am not going to do anything to you. Please?” he directed the way through the kitchen to his den. He quietly closed the door.

I looked around the room, and stayed close to the door. Mr. J walked over to his desk and sat down. “Won’t you please sit down Em? I promise, I won’t bite.”

I took a seat close to the door and far from him. I saw him put a pained look on his face again.

“I guess I really scared you, didn’t I, last night. I guess I can see why. My wife told me you were frightened of me, and for this I am truly sorry. I guess I have to work twice as hard to earn your trust again. I’m so sorry you have to see me this way. There were some extenuating circumstances that all added up to the recent events that have shook you up. None of them are your fault. I guess all of it is my fault.” Sighing, “Look, I think I owe you an explanation, but some of it is a family issue, and not open to discussion. Um … I am a religious man, and I feel that there are things that I don’t care for, because I feel they go against God’s laws. Some of those things have to do with how people live. I just can’t condone two males living together, or two women living together, or a person changing their birth sex. It goes against anything God stands for. God doesn’t make mistakes. God made a man and a woman so they can procreate. So if it is not for the procreation, then the people are living in sin.”

“Excuse me! I’m sorry Mr. Jones, I cannot agree with you. God does make mistakes, and he allows us to correct them. Are you saying God made Siamese twins because he wanted to? Or made Elephant man because he wanted to? Or put diseases on this earth because he wanted to? So you are telling me since God doesn’t make mistakes, than these things should be normal then?”

“Eh … ah …”

“No Mr. Jones, I’m sorry, God does make mistakes at times, but he allows us to correct them, and modern science is the answer, at times. If two people love each other and I don’t care what sex they are, if they truly love each other, I have no problem with it. They certainly don’t hurt me. You say they hurt mankind, I don’t see it, and I do not wish to continue this discussion. I have seen more harm done because of religious people that think they are righteous, not because they are gay or a Transsexual, and the righteous haven’t a clue about real life at times, they are just very frustrated people that like angering happy people. All I have seen the righteous do is spread hate and guilt. Sort of what happened in Germany, pick on a group and then turn everyone against them. Isn’t this what you are doing Mr. Jones?”

“What? Ah … no … ah …”

“No Mr. Jones, you are the one spreading hate and guilt, under the flag of the religious righteousness. I don’t believe in doing this. I truly believe in love AND understanding. Are we done with this chat? I’m hungry and I have to get to bed. I have school in the morning.”

“Oh … um … I guess. I guess I’m not doing to good of a job am I, Em? That is twice you have me speechless. By the way, you said something yesterday about coveting something, … um what was that all about?”

“Been with someone young, blond and beautiful lately?”

I saw Mr. J’s eyebrows shoot through the roof. I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, leaving him sitting there with his thoughts, white as a sheet.

I went to the kitchen and Mrs. J had the lasagna sitting on a plate. She saw I was upset again.

“Em, what’s wrong?”

“Ah … nothing Mary, can I take this plate over the flat, please?”

“Um … sure.” Looking at me puzzled. “Did John say something wrong again?”

“I’ll just take this over and eat it, if I can. I’m sorry.” putting my coat on and taking the food home.

I wanted to cry; why me.

Sandy followed a short time later.

“Em, are you alright?”

“No. Your dad is a jerk. He asked me why I said what I did yesterday about coveting. I asked him if he had been with someone young, blond and beautiful lately? That definitely shut him up.”

“Dad really isn’t thinking, is he?”

“Well, him claiming being religious, is really starting to bother me. Especially when religion is about loving your fellow man. I have yet to see him love anyone.”

Sandy hugged Em. There was a knock on the door.

“Hi mom.”

“How is Em doing? I had a talk with dad, and as usual he put his foot into it. I’m sorry Em, you seem to be seeing the worst of him aren’t you?”

“Um … I guess.”

“Em, don’t worry he is not upset with you. I guess he has a lot to learn, is all. He wants everything his way, typical man. He looked a bit deflated when he came out, what did you tell him?”

“Nothing, just that I didn’t agree with his views. That’s all.”

“Hmmm, I think it was more than that, he had an awful guilty look on his face when he came out of his den. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. He just walked by me and said he was sorry, but wouldn’t tell me why. I’m assuming it had something to do with you, and he felt he let you down again.”

I finally got seated at the kitchen table and nibbled on my lasagna, while Sandy and her mom kept up a conversation. I wasn’t paying them any attention. Why did he have to have such deep hatred for people like us? Why is he so upset? I certainly wish he would wake up. If he ever finds out about me, I hate to see what would happen. I guess a giant bomb hitting this place would be a good analogy. I’m so tired.

“If you two would excuse me, it has been a long day and I want to go to bed.”

“Certainly Em, I understand.” Mrs. J said.

Both Sandy and Mary gave me a goodnight hug. I put my food away in the fridge, then went to my bedroom. I pulled out my journal.

Wednesday, Day 11

I had a very busy day. Our first cheer practice was today. We did alright, nothing spectacular, performing our cheer for the first time since last year. Miss Bell was really impressed with us. That was a surprise.

We went shopping after cheer practice to get Gaby materials for her dress she is suppose to make in her Home-Ec class.

I went to ballet practice after and had a good evening there too.

Sandy picked me up from Ballet and we ended up going to Diane Biggs house. She is only nineteen and owns her own business, building high tech racing bicycles. She had lost both of her parents and she has done amazingly well. She actually has several people working for her. The only thing is she isn’t too feminine, and she is going to need some help being a girl. She never had the chance to be one, since her dad died. I guess both Sandy and I want to help her become the woman she deserves to be. We plan on taking her shopping soon.

I put my journal away and went to the loo to get ready for bed. I checked my alarm clock, turned off the light, and that was the last thing I remember.

To be continued:

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