June 13, 1983
Summer vacation is like day-camp at Grandpa's. He lives right down the street. I can go to Grandpa Pete's house and not be bothered by my sister, Shelby. I can also hide from chores that seem to only pop up as soon as I try to relax in my own room. Why is that?
I can write in my journal at Grandpa's.
Actually, today starts a week-long stay there. Mom and Dad and Shelby went on a real vacation without me. A real stupid vacation. They flew to a place called Colorado Springs where Shelby was invited to some stupid gymnastics camp. Cool...sit around in a stinky gym and watch little girls in leotards get their smelly feet all over a giant room full of mats.
Neither Rob nor I were sad to be left behind...but I suspect we both have our own reasons. Rob's going to stay at our house by himself. It's not like I won't see him. The Bodines...that's the Death Row Bodines, will be practicing their noise-making skills in Grandpa's basement every day.
Lucky me. There are some things worse than chores. The screeching noise of the Bodines ranks up there...along with annoying sisters...and bullies.
I walked from home to Grandpa's with a few necessities I'll need for the week. As I carried my suitcase full of Kit Kats, underwear, socks and my writing journal I looked across the street and saw Fat Boles and Puke Hall with their hockey sticks, passing a tennis ball back and forth. His real name is Matt. I call him Fat, but not to his face. I also call him my personal bully.
I almost waved to my personal bully and his bully buddie, Luke 'Puke' Hall. But then I noticed Matt looked like he was waving to me. Why would he do that? Is he no longer my personal bully?
Naw...he was just waving with one finger.
They stayed on their side of the street and I stayed on mine. I soon reached the safety of Grandpa's house. I could hear that the Death Row Bodines had beat me here.
Grandpa stood at the front door and let me in. He looked down the street at Fat Boles and Puke Hall. "Friends of yours?" he asked.
"Not yet," I replied as honestly as I could. "Not yet."