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She never speaks to me like that. I think she was crying. I could hear her sniffling. Whatever’s going on between her and my parents seems really serious. Plus it’s taking her attention away from what’s really important: me and my problems.
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5:11 PM, EST
    This is getting starting to get weird. Now Lola won’t speak to me either. I went to go visit her, but the moment I walked into her room, she pointed her finger at me and said, “You are NOT my friend.” I was hurt. And confused, frankly. This morning over Loop Loops, or Froot Loops, as they are known in the human world, she told me that I was her friend.
    The truth is, I wasn’t even looking for friendship. All I wanted was one good squeeze of her fat rolls to cheer me up and I’d have been on my way.
    It’s like everyone I know has decided to be mean to me.
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5:31 PM, EST
    That does it. I am officially the biggest loser in the world. Now even my mom and Horse Ass are snubbing me.
    Not that I would ever consider discussing my love life with them. But it had been more than two hours since I’d had a conversation with someone and it was freaking me out. I was beginning to wonder if I was actually alive.
    I knew they were in the TV room, so I went inside to join them. But as soon as I walked through the door, my mom said, “Sweetie, Horace and I are having a conversation.”
    A conversation! That’s exactly what I was looking for. She must have been reading my mind!
    â€œCool,” I said. “What’s it about?” At which point my mother gave Horace a look. Different than the one Jeremy gave Lynn when I asked him about CJ’s note. That was a look that said, Why does she have to be so ridiculous? This was a look that said, Why does she have to be my daughter?
    â€œWe’re discussing something,” she snapped.
    Since when am I not part of family discussions?!
    Jeez! If being rejected by a boy makes you a loser, what does being rejected by your family make you? I bet even that boy who chews on miniature light bulbs doesn’t get rejected by his family. That’s what family is for: so that when a loser is accidentally born, he or she will always have someone who doesn’t reject them. Someone to do loserish things with, like go to Chuck E. Cheese on a Saturday night or have a Star Trek-athon complete with homemade s’mores instead of going to the prom.
    Comments:
    Logged in at 7:01 PM, EST kweenclaudia: maybe you should try having a conversation with someone from light bulb boy’s family. i bet they’d find you a breath of fresh air.
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Logged in at 7:03 PM, EST
    PiaBallerina: Rae, you’re not a loser. Just like I’m not a loser. You know?

Tuesday, November 30
    7:04 AM, EST
    Here, Kitty Kitty,
    You’re right, Pi. Neither of us is a loser.
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12:23 PM, EST
    Except for me.
    As if things weren’t bad enough, I just found out I have a nickname!
    What could be more humiliating?
    I decided to eat lunch in the bathroom today. I just didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone or running into CJ or Dylan.
    When I walked in, I crossed paths with Galenka. Fortunately we were not wearing the same outfit today. Because if we were, I would have been wearing a red V-neck sweater with mauve sweatpants, tube socks, and the famous black patent leather pumps. And on top of everything else that’s happened to me this week, that would have been too much to bear.
    â€œHello, Meesus Preess,” she said.
    â€œWho’s Meesus Preess?” I asked.
    Galenka giggled. “I calling you Meesus Preess because she is your Nicholas name. Mine also. From boys.”
    Nicholas name? What was she talking about? And where was her translator? It’s great that she accompanies Galenka to her classes, but the bathroom is where the most important things are said.
    â€œI don’t know what you mean.”
    Just then Fiona, of all people, marched out of the bathroom