Once upon a time this diary became the very private property of Celie Valentine Altman And so it remains to this very day The
Sunday January 30 first day after rotten MOVE I just wrote a letter to Lula but I can’t mail it Because the stamps are buried in an unpacked box somewhere And Mom won't help me find them She's too busy unwrapping glasses and plates from packing paper and setting them on shelves She keeps saying The kitchen is my priority right now Dad won't stop trying to fix a funny smell coming from the dryer I guess that's his priority hu me at e for m a
I need them to make stamps their priority And also our Internet and phone They HAVE to get set up I can't get in touch with my friends I feel like a cave person I need help hanging stuff too I've got stacks of pants and sweaters and long sleeved shirts and sweatshirts to hang They don't fit in my new dresser which is tiny Because my room is tiny One good thing about this room though it's ALL MINE For the first time in my whole life I’m not sharing a room with Sloppy
I drop my used Q tips on the floor 0 0 0 0 0 Sloppy Jo Altman lessiest Big Sister Ever In my very own room I will never have to worry about Jo setting her wet towels on my bed or spilling nail polish on my desk or leaving bowls of half eaten moldy strawberries in my closet That’s one hundred percent good news But it can get lonely in here without Jo I didn't like being all alone last night when there were shadows and creakings inside this new place plus sirens sometimes outside getting closer and closer and louder and louder before fading away I'm going to find Jo now Maybe she'll help me hang my
