November 17, 2004
Okay. Something's up. I definitely have an arch nemesis. And I'm pretty sure it's either George or Macy.
I really don't think it's Jackson. Or maybe I just don't want to believe it's Jackson. Either way, I'm guessing it's either George or Macy.
Evidence against Macy: she did better in P.E. than I did. Granted, I haven't been using my powers to their fullest extent in P.E., just so I don't raise suspicion. I try to keep myself somewhere around fourth place and pretend to be winded afterward. But Macy--who used to be every bit as lazy as I was--somehow is now the fastest runner in school. When asked about it, she said it was because she'd taken up running outside of school so she didn't want to gain holiday weight. Which is exactly something Macy would say. I'll bet she'll still stay away from the pecan pie at Thanksgiving.
Evidence against George: he's more into science and would be better able to understand the serum and how to use it. Also, remember that graffiti last week that said "Derecho was Here"? Turns out, a derecho is a fancy word for a long line of thunderstorms. George wants to be a meteorologist, mainly so he can sit in a chair and mess with computer stuff all day and not get in trouble if he's wrong about something. Derecho is exactly the kind of name he'd come up with. Or help Macy come up with. What if they're both Derecho?
Oh, speaking of names, I finally have one of my own! I was at Jackson's house and Uncle Pete said something about paying the "leccy bills" in that cute English accent of his. He meant the electric bill. Leccy is eccentric, just like me, and pronounced almost like "lucky," which is something I'm going to have to be in order to catch this Derecho guy (or girl). So I'm settled! All I need now is a costume. We're going on Thanksgiving break on Wednesday, so I'll have plenty of time to work on it. Not that I can sew. Maybe I'll just find a discount Halloween store and alter a costume I find there. I have money now. I've been helping Mr. Harris at his gas station after school. I alternate between cleaning the bathrooms, the back room, and the walk-in refrigerator, but I get $5 for half an hour's work, just because Mr. Harris is getting older and slower and I save him at least 45 minutes. I'm going to ask him about working on Saturdays.
Jackson's all right, I guess. He still doesn't participate in P.E., which I guess is for the best. But I hate seeing him want to run with the rest of us and not be able to. He's excited about Thanksgiving, though. He wants to make the gravy.
Oh. Thanksgiving. All my family's going to be at Jackson's house...which is more than likely also Derecho's house...this is going to be an interesting holiday season. All those little family quarrels we usually always have--Mom getting onto Aunt Miri for not using essential oils the right way, or Dad arguing politics with Uncle Pete and Uncle Roger--all that's going to seem like nothing. Because we'll have Leccy and Derecho sitting at the same table, eating the same turkey, complimenting Cousin Aggie on her stuffing. And then, afterward, heading outside to see who's stronger.
Kassie Kittredge, signing out!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.