I hate boys! They are so cute but they practically ruin our lives! Almost all my friends are “in love” and their hearts get broken and I spend half the summer listening to them whine. I don’t “like” any boys right now. Thank goodness! In fact, I’ve only ever liked 2 and one of those was during Kindergarten through 2nd grade! I hate “liking” somebody. Kindergarten didn’t count because I was too young to really like a boy. It drives me crazy because you waste away your time dreaming that someday he’ll like you back when you could be doing something useful. You’re sad all day and get down on yourself for being too ugly for him to ever like you. It stinks, huh?
Guess what… Mark doesn’t really like me. He really, really, really likes me. He is always staring at me, following me, asking me to dance at the dances, sitting by me… and he says stupid things to me like, “I like it when you don’t wear make-up. I can see your face better.” As if I cake it on or something! I hardly wear any at all. Also, he said, “Did you get a new dress? It looks really nice with your hair-do.” My hair-do? Really? I was wearing an old hand-me-down dress and just left my hair after just brushing it. My mom told me, that his mom told her that Mark really likes me and thinks I am “so pretty and nice”.
Okay, he was supposed to just be my friend. Everyone knows he likes me too and they tease me about it. His dad told the bishop how he refused to give a talk on Sunday until I walked past his house, while he was out, and told him I was looking forward to hearing him speak. He apparently went back in and announced he is speaking on Sunday. His dad told my dad too. That’s how I found out.
The next Sunday while he spoke, the bishop kept looking at me and giggling. I was so embarrassed!
August 8, 1997
Hey Kristi,
What’s up? Sorry I haven’t been writing lately. I don’t like to write much. I can’t quite get exactly what I want to say on paper. After I write, it sounds really stupid and I leave out half of what I wanted to say. I guess that’s why I don’t let anyone read it. It only makes sense to me. Well, I hope you understand me, Kristi, because I have a lot to tell you today.
My aunt, uncle and cousins (who were living with us) just moved out last weekend. I am moving into their room (it’s bigger) and we had a camp before that; so I’ve been busy and couldn’t write. However, I fell down the stairs on Wednesday and broke my toe. Now I have plenty of time to write to you!
I’m sorry I didn’t finish telling you about our trip to Nevada. I learned to ride the JetSki, it was great! Then we left a day early.
After we came back, Lidia borrowed some Goosebumps books from us. You know, those little, kid horror books without blood or murder? Anyway, she picked some out and I let her barrow them. It turns out that she had an experience, when she was younger, with a possessed neighbor. Now she gets nightmares easy.
When her mom saw the books, she gave Lidia a lecture on how she can’t read things like that. Dominic heard the conversation and misunderstood them to be devil worshiping books. After a while, everyone thought the same thing. I found that out the hard way when I went to the Regional dance and they blocked the door and wouldn’t let me in. They said I was a devil worshiper and I wasn’t welcome.
Someone called my mom and told her to check on me to make sure I wasn’t into that stuff. I was so mad! Even Lidia got mad at me for a while. They are still mad at me. I have cried myself to sleep many times. I am tired now, so I am going to finish later.
Love you lots,
Melonie
(Age 14)
*All names have been changed in order to protect the privacy of those involved.
