OH MY GOSH I'M SO MAD AT STORYTELLER THAT SHE HASN'T POSTED ANY OF MY STORIES IN LIKE FOREVER!!!!!!!
Oh, yeah, hi, this is Jessie Bender. :)
Welllllllll.... you probably wouldn't have liked the stories that I've been sending Storyteller lately, anyway. (Baby Will walking... Baby Will said his first word... Baby Will has an addiction to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang...) But she could've AT LEAST posted them... I mean, come on...
Anyway, I suppose you could say I, uh, *cough cough* hacked into her email account and are posting this right now. (OK, OK, she gave me her password for other purposes and I just came on. So what??) Anyway, so I should probably start explaining, right?
I can't believe it's already June!! School's out, so thankfully I'm not seeing the terrible three (Maya and the two other stinker girls) and Maurice (*shiver*). And Noah has been coming over to help me with baby Will and play football in the backyard.
That's the good news.
The bad news is that Mom signed me up for a cooking class, Noah got signed up for it, too, and then our parents decided that we should both sign up for a class about first aid, and then another swimming class at the pool.
The worst part?
Maya, Summer, Ladasha, and Marcus are all signed up for the same thing.
Maya--OH MY GOSH SOMEBODY PLEASE HOLD ME BACK OR I'M GOING TO KILL THAT JERK!!
Ladasha--READ ABOVE AGAIN.
Marcus--OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO PUKE!!
The only thing that's going to make it better is Noah. And yet our phone conversation wasn't that happy on Friday.
Me: We got signed up for lots of stinking awful lessons with our worst enemies.
Noah: You mean three of our worst enemies and the guy who has a secret crush on you.
Me: (hisses) DON'T EVEN MENTION THAT!
Me: It's not funny.
Noah: I know.
Me: You're laughing at me.
Noah: What? No I'm not!
Me: Yes, you are. I can just imagine your face.
Noah: Jessie, what on earth are you talking about?!
Me: It's horrible. It's just too horrible.
Noah: (sighs and says awkwardly) It'll... it'll be OK, Jessie. I'll be there to fend off the meanies.
Me: Thanks, buddy.
Noah: No problem.
Me: We're going to die, aren't we?
I don't think there's much hope for our future...
Note from Storyteller: this is fictional story. Jessie is fictional, and so obviously nobody's hacked into my account. =P