"EVERYBODY can go except ME. That is soooo NOT fair! I am the ONLY ONE who can't go to the party." That's what I sorta shouted last Thursday in the laundry room after I showed the best invitation in the world to my mom. She was planting tiny seeds in some containers, so it took silence time and then she said super softly (which means her idea was stuck in cement), "Hadley K, I already said that you could go to the party, but you cannot stay overnight...and the reason I said that, is because: You can't."
She was poking little holes, in the dirt holder thing, and planting seeds..and then spraying water over the top. The seeds were so small that I could hardly even see them...even if I wanted to...which right now...I didn't!
I usually help with the plantie and gardeny things. I know those bitty seeds will grow up and up until they have stuff hanging on them like tomatoes and pea pods and beans. It really is a giant miracle. But first, we have to wait for the snow to melt. Then we plant. Then we water, then we wait. And I don't know how they do it...or how the teensy seeds remember, but a carrot seed ALWAYS knows to grow into a carrot. A cucumber seed, ALWAYS remembers to grow into a cucumber. They just know. There will never be a watermelon seed that grows up to be a radish. NEVER EVER! That's why my mom and dad are careful to choose what seeds to plant. It takes a long time though, and so I knew our talking was done. "Mom, I need to go to this party!" I sighed quietly.
She started to give me a hug, which I didn't want right then. Well, I did want her hug...because she is my mom and stuff... (even if she was making a humongous mistake! )
But that was all last week and I should have given her a gianormous hug! And this is why I am writing all this in my journal so I will remember to know next time that my mom really really does get it! I better remember to read this next time my hug is holding back a bit! Remember, Remember, Remember, Hadley K!
It all started when I ran as fast as I could to save the 4-square pad last Thursday for lunch recess. I just plopped right down on the pad and waited for Luci to check out a ball. Just then, Shamee came and asked me if she could have the 4-square pad for her friends and I told her that I promised Luci that I'd save it, but they could take turns with us if they wanted to. I guess they didn't!
Shamee has shiny hair; she is in a high grade and gets to run for a school office, and everybody will vote for her, and she has awesome blue braces on her teeth. Cassandra told Margaret that Shamee had the best braces in the whole school. Shamee just stood there...and I just sat there...(kinda wishing that I wasn't there)... and then she got a big smile and I saw the best braces and yup...they were! They were really really blue. She told me that her birthday was coming and if I would let them have the squares, then she would invite me to her party. You have so got to be kidding me! Of all of my lucky days! ME! Going to Shamee's party! She has her own cell phone and it even takes pictures. Everybody knows that she is popular and now she was going to invite ME to HER party!
"Okay then!" I said,
and then she said: "Great, tell me your name."
and then I did.
She turned around and bounced her 4-square ball. I jumped up quick so it wouldn't turn into a dodge ball. She didn't even say: Thank You, or anything...but she was probably thinking about her birthday. I spent the rest of the week thinking about what present I should take to Shamee's party...how I should have my mom do my hair, and how un-fair it was that I couldn't stay overnight like EVERYBODY else.
"I'm sorry Luci," I whispered when I saw the checked out ball and her sad eyes. I told her the whole deal while we walked back to take turns on the swings. "I'm sorry about 4-square and I'm sorry that you didn't get invited too. But maybe Shamee has an tiny-eensy-teensy house and can only invite a few, very super and important people." It was only one recess ruined, and it was only one party...so Luci shouldn't have been so sad-ee, mad-ee, and stuff. So she had one bad day, she could still have a good life. (I sound like my grandma sometimes!)
Well, I was a (bit) mad too. Its not good to be mad, but mad was on the very top of me because of seeing Luci so sad, and then my mom saying that I couldn't stay overnight. They were ruining my whole social network part on purpose!
I had to remind Shamee about the invitation on Monday. On Tuesday, she brought me the coolest colorfulest card in the universe. It said: Let's PAR-TAY for my B-DAY!!!
Inside it said the stuff about what to plan and things: Friday 6:00 P.M. until Saturday at 10:00 A.M. That just means that everybody else is taking a sleeping bag... EXCEPT ME! Plus, It's a VERY good thing that my dad and mom know where she lives and who her mom is and most of the girls invited or I couldn't even get to go for CAKE AND ICE CREAM!
My parents always want to know where I am and who I am with and what we are going to do. Daddy said that if someone took my bike somewhere, then I would want to know the same things about it. Then he asked me if I AM MORE IMPORTANT than handlebars and pedals... and we just laughed.
On Friday, I tried not to talk about the party so much around Luci. I just told her that I bought a coloring book and some new markers for Shamee. Well...I did tell her that I was going to have my hair pulled up on the sides. But that's all. Oh! Except, I think I told her that I was going to wear my lavendar shirt with the big bow in back. I can't remember, I might have told her that I hope the Birthday cake is chocolate...but that's for sure ALL that I said.
"Be a Lady and be sure to say: Thank You," (my mom always hugs me and says that when I go anywhere.) Be a lady means: Be a Princess...(because I really am one, that's why). Mom said that she or dad would come back to get me at 9:30 PM) PM in this case means: pretty mean...but at least I got to go!) I rang the doorbell. I was in my lavendar shirt and my present was all flowery with a Pink Bow on it! I WAS AT SHAMEE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY...FOR REALS!
And we had so much fun! We played all kinds of games, and we had her cake all baked in ice cream cones! The icing looked like vanilla ice cream with sprinkles...but it wasn't even cold! It wasn't even real ice cream...it was really chocolate cake cones! My mom has got to know about this. I wished Luci could have one...she would think she had died and gone to heaven!
It was the best PAR-TAY e-v-e-r! I really felt like a lady and I remembered to say Thank You. Shamee liked my present... (Who wouldn't? The markers were scented! And everyone of them smelled really good...I tried them all.) One girl named Lesla, giggled at me because I had colors under my nose, but she helped me during 'Pin the Tiara on the Princess' game and so I giggled too.
Now to the part that I want to forget and its also the same part that I want to remember! It was almost 9:00 PM and all of the girls went downstairs to put their sleeping bags in a circle. The Lesla girl let me sit on her sleeping bag with her. At first, everyone was talking about braiding hair, and about riding horses, and about Birthdays and stuff. Luci would have liked the part about riding horses because her uncle just got one. Soon, we all voted to watch TV. I voted to watch 'Little House' re-runs or play games again...but the most votes chose a new program that I hadn't even heard about.
Shamee turned out the lights and the show started. OH MY! It was a very bad show. The actress was not a Lady...she was immodest and disgusting! The actor said two swear words in a row. Even the music was up to no good. It's easy to tell because something inside feels drooped down when stuff is wrong. Two of the girls wanted to change the channel. But, 5 of the girls voted to watch it some more.
"Don't worry, that's just one little part." somebody said. "I watch it all of the time," somebody else agreed. OH MY! I hoped that Shamee's mom would come downstairs. AND Right then...she did come down! I was so glad, now she would change the channel to a good show! ...But SHE DIDN'T Turn that Yucko show off! She just passed around some popcorn and went back upstairs. 'YOU HAVE SO GOT TO BE KIDDING' I thought. Didn't she hear the words? Couldn't she see that Actress? Moms are supposed to pull the plugs!
She started to give me a hug, which I didn't want right then. Well, I did want her hug...because she is my mom and stuff... (even if she was making a humongous mistake! )
But that was all last week and I should have given her a gianormous hug! And this is why I am writing all this in my journal so I will remember to know next time that my mom really really does get it! I better remember to read this next time my hug is holding back a bit! Remember, Remember, Remember, Hadley K!
It all started when I ran as fast as I could to save the 4-square pad last Thursday for lunch recess. I just plopped right down on the pad and waited for Luci to check out a ball. Just then, Shamee came and asked me if she could have the 4-square pad for her friends and I told her that I promised Luci that I'd save it, but they could take turns with us if they wanted to. I guess they didn't!
Shamee has shiny hair; she is in a high grade and gets to run for a school office, and everybody will vote for her, and she has awesome blue braces on her teeth. Cassandra told Margaret that Shamee had the best braces in the whole school. Shamee just stood there...and I just sat there...(kinda wishing that I wasn't there)... and then she got a big smile and I saw the best braces and yup...they were! They were really really blue. She told me that her birthday was coming and if I would let them have the squares, then she would invite me to her party. You have so got to be kidding me! Of all of my lucky days! ME! Going to Shamee's party! She has her own cell phone and it even takes pictures. Everybody knows that she is popular and now she was going to invite ME to HER party!
"Okay then!" I said,
and then she said: "Great, tell me your name."
and then I did.
She turned around and bounced her 4-square ball. I jumped up quick so it wouldn't turn into a dodge ball. She didn't even say: Thank You, or anything...but she was probably thinking about her birthday. I spent the rest of the week thinking about what present I should take to Shamee's party...how I should have my mom do my hair, and how un-fair it was that I couldn't stay overnight like EVERYBODY else.
"I'm sorry Luci," I whispered when I saw the checked out ball and her sad eyes. I told her the whole deal while we walked back to take turns on the swings. "I'm sorry about 4-square and I'm sorry that you didn't get invited too. But maybe Shamee has an tiny-eensy-teensy house and can only invite a few, very super and important people." It was only one recess ruined, and it was only one party...so Luci shouldn't have been so sad-ee, mad-ee, and stuff. So she had one bad day, she could still have a good life. (I sound like my grandma sometimes!)
Well, I was a (bit) mad too. Its not good to be mad, but mad was on the very top of me because of seeing Luci so sad, and then my mom saying that I couldn't stay overnight. They were ruining my whole social network part on purpose!
I had to remind Shamee about the invitation on Monday. On Tuesday, she brought me the coolest colorfulest card in the universe. It said: Let's PAR-TAY for my B-DAY!!!
Inside it said the stuff about what to plan and things: Friday 6:00 P.M. until Saturday at 10:00 A.M. That just means that everybody else is taking a sleeping bag... EXCEPT ME! Plus, It's a VERY good thing that my dad and mom know where she lives and who her mom is and most of the girls invited or I couldn't even get to go for CAKE AND ICE CREAM!
My parents always want to know where I am and who I am with and what we are going to do. Daddy said that if someone took my bike somewhere, then I would want to know the same things about it. Then he asked me if I AM MORE IMPORTANT than handlebars and pedals... and we just laughed.
On Friday, I tried not to talk about the party so much around Luci. I just told her that I bought a coloring book and some new markers for Shamee. Well...I did tell her that I was going to have my hair pulled up on the sides. But that's all. Oh! Except, I think I told her that I was going to wear my lavendar shirt with the big bow in back. I can't remember, I might have told her that I hope the Birthday cake is chocolate...but that's for sure ALL that I said.
"Be a Lady and be sure to say: Thank You," (my mom always hugs me and says that when I go anywhere.) Be a lady means: Be a Princess...(because I really am one, that's why). Mom said that she or dad would come back to get me at 9:30 PM) PM in this case means: pretty mean...but at least I got to go!) I rang the doorbell. I was in my lavendar shirt and my present was all flowery with a Pink Bow on it! I WAS AT SHAMEE'S BIRTHDAY PARTY...FOR REALS!
And we had so much fun! We played all kinds of games, and we had her cake all baked in ice cream cones! The icing looked like vanilla ice cream with sprinkles...but it wasn't even cold! It wasn't even real ice cream...it was really chocolate cake cones! My mom has got to know about this. I wished Luci could have one...she would think she had died and gone to heaven!
It was the best PAR-TAY e-v-e-r! I really felt like a lady and I remembered to say Thank You. Shamee liked my present... (Who wouldn't? The markers were scented! And everyone of them smelled really good...I tried them all.) One girl named Lesla, giggled at me because I had colors under my nose, but she helped me during 'Pin the Tiara on the Princess' game and so I giggled too.
Now to the part that I want to forget and its also the same part that I want to remember! It was almost 9:00 PM and all of the girls went downstairs to put their sleeping bags in a circle. The Lesla girl let me sit on her sleeping bag with her. At first, everyone was talking about braiding hair, and about riding horses, and about Birthdays and stuff. Luci would have liked the part about riding horses because her uncle just got one. Soon, we all voted to watch TV. I voted to watch 'Little House' re-runs or play games again...but the most votes chose a new program that I hadn't even heard about.
Shamee turned out the lights and the show started. OH MY! It was a very bad show. The actress was not a Lady...she was immodest and disgusting! The actor said two swear words in a row. Even the music was up to no good. It's easy to tell because something inside feels drooped down when stuff is wrong. Two of the girls wanted to change the channel. But, 5 of the girls voted to watch it some more.
"Don't worry, that's just one little part." somebody said. "I watch it all of the time," somebody else agreed. OH MY! I hoped that Shamee's mom would come downstairs. AND Right then...she did come down! I was so glad, now she would change the channel to a good show! ...But SHE DIDN'T Turn that Yucko show off! She just passed around some popcorn and went back upstairs. 'YOU HAVE SO GOT TO BE KIDDING' I thought. Didn't she hear the words? Couldn't she see that Actress? Moms are supposed to pull the plugs!
Something inside of me was kinda scared... sorta like hurry and hide under my bed scared, right then. I looked around at those girls. Rachel and Jaimee had their eyes looking down. Rachel was plugging her ears. The other girls laughed at them and told them to grow up because this wasn't even that bad for now-a-days. WOW! This was a backwards house is all I could think...and some ugly weed seeds were being planted downstairs by that TV show. Do Shamee's friends really think a yuck seed will grow up to be a good seed?
Right then, I said a 'help me' prayer. I didn't want any of this in my 'Angels are Silent Notes taking' book! But, I didn't want anyone to laugh at me... either. The Actress got more immodest. Just then, I remembered Joseph. My Primary teacher told me that he ran away from the immodest queen. I stepped over some girls, and asked Rachel and Jaimee to go upstairs and play a game with me, so we stood up, and we ran up the stairs. And that's when I got it...right at the tippy top of the stairs...a little thought came in my brain all by itself.
Standing for right and sitting for right are not the same sort of seeds!
I am writing this down so I won't forget, because that is a very very IMPORTANT idea that I thought at the top of those stairs.
We played a game...and it was fun...but I was so happy to hear that doorbell at 9:30 PM. Something inside of me smiled really big when I opened the door and saw my dad planted on that porch, juat waiting to take me home.
