November 21, 2004
No school for the week! And I did my first act of heroism! On Thursday, I purposefully left my water bottle in the gym so that I could go back, climb onto the rafters, and get down all the basketballs that are stuck in the ceiling. A few people noticed that we had more balls than usual on Friday and were happy about it. Mr. Mason the gym teacher was happy, too. He was going to have to buy more balls, but now he'll be able to replace the volleyball net instead.
I've been able to experiment a bit more with my frogs, and I'm getting closer to figuring out the maximum dosage. I gave myself a bit more serum and figured out that I can get energy not only from thunderstorms, but also from static electricity. This means that a few trips down the slide at the park gives me the energy of a can of Red Bull. Shuffling through the carpet works, too, but not as well.
The only downside to using static as a power source is that it really messes with my hair. I've been having to keep it braided, or else I look like a porcupine doing a war dance. And if I touch something metal after powering up with static, I can lose my energy fairly quickly. I need some insulated gloves or something.
Work on the costume is coming slow. I've been trying to save up my earnings from the gas station so I can buy and redesign a Haloween costume, but I've ended up spending most of it on food. Mom and Dad took me to an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet last night, and I think I ate half the store. Mostly beef and broccoli. And desserts. I love those little sugar-covered doughnut things.
Since school is out, I'm not much closer to finding out who Derecho is. Nor will I be, unless I go to Jackson's house and make it a point to spend time with George and Macy. That's so out-of-character for me that everyone's going to know that I'm up to something. I've been trying to think of decent excuses--Christmas presents, studying, the fact that Macy and I are both girls and we should therefore be making more of an effort to spend time together--but everything sounds so pathetic. Or maybe I'm just being hard on myself.
Jackson's trying to make Aunt Miri a blanket for Christmas. He's not even trying to surprise her. He asked her what colors she wanted it--she picked out red, orange, green, and yellow--and he crochets even when she's around. He doesn't talk about himself much, but he's been a little paler than normal, and he's not eating as much. Mom says I shouldn't worry so much about him--she thinks I'm stress-eating because of him when it's actually because I'm starving. But I do worry about him. I never know which holiday season is going to be his last. And that's why I need to get the maximum dosage figured out in time for Christmas. I guess it'll be my present to him. And maybe the whole family, because Jackson means so much to everyone.
Kassie Kittredge, signing out!
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.