mother-turtle-laying-the-eggs-in-the-right-spot and not-dying-in-the-egg and then-finding-the-ocean parts. But at least they only have one goal: survive.
I wonder if I was better off when I had one goal. Maybe I have too many now, and thatâs whatâs wrong. The logical thing to do would be to pick the most important goalâexcellent gradesâand forget the rest.
But I donât think I can do that anymore. Iâm not the same Lauren I was in June. I love RSVP and spending lots of time with my friends, and even just doing stuff that doesnât really have a point, like playing video games with Zach.
More baby turtles bump and slide down the sand. Becca practically squeals at each one she sees, Vi has a perma-smile glued to her face, and Sadie keeps trying to take pictures with no flash. Thereâs no way I could miss something like this.
I just have to study better, thatâs all. Maybe even find more time for it. Time that doesnât take away from my friends or RSVP or anything else I love.
A FRIENDLY REMINDER!
Rebecca Elldridgeâs smile has a dental
appointment on October 14 at 3:15 p.m.
Terrific Teeth
Dr. Michael Bernstein
1215 Rosalinde Street
Sandpiper Beach, NC 28461
If unable to keep your appointment, please give 24 hoursâ notice.
Becca
Daily Love Horoscope for Scorpio:
Sometimes itâs only when youâve given up on your fate that your fate finds you.
Said No One Ever
lyrics by Becca Elldridge
That tarantula is the cutest
Said no one ever
This haggis tastes amazing
Said no one ever
I have too much money
Said no one ever
I love you
Said me never . . .
N o. No, no, no. Nope. No.
I will not write a love song. I will not be the least, teensy-tiniest, microscopically bit inspired by the cute French boy who is currently invading approximately 94.2 percent of my brain space. Get out of my frontal lobe, Philippe! Shoo!
I toss my pen off the bed, where it hits a pile of dirty laundry and falls between a crumpled pair of skinny jeans and my yellow-and-gray-striped hoodie. I donât care who says redheads shouldnât wear yellowâI love that thing. Hey, I wonder if Philippe likes girls in yellow . . .
AHHHHHH. STOP IT, BRAIN!!!
âRebecca! T-minus one minute until the bus! Youâre not missing it again today, young lady!â Daddyâs yell has that My coffee hasnât kicked in yet and Iâm not in the mood this morning tone to it, so I swing my legs onto the floor and hop between patches of visible carpet to my dressing table. I pick out my sparkliest silver clip to match my twinkling ballet flats and hook my backpack over my shoulder. At the door I pause, then double back for the yellow hoodie. (Of course I hold it up first to make sure it passes the wrinkle/smell test. Because eww.)
What? So Iâm curious what the French think of yellow. Sue me.
As soon as Daddy drops me at school (um, yes, I missed the bus; I might possibly have been so focused on my hoodie that I forgot I hadnât printed out my English paper yetâwhoops, sorry, Daddy), I hunt down Vi in the hallway.
âDid you get it?â I ask, leaning my hip into her locker door and accidentally slamming it shut. Vi gives me an exasperated look as she starts spinning her combo lock.
âUm, get what? Hey,â she says, âbefore I forget, can you show me that thing with the eyelash curler again? I promise not to scream this time. Or I promise to try really hard not to scream.â
Okay, so there was this day last winter when Vi discovered a nest of spiders under the front steps of the trailer she lived in before moving to her meemawâs. A whole entire nest of eight-legged creepy-crawlies. Did she screech? Call the police? Move to the other side of the state? Nope. She did not. She scooped the whole nest full of gazillions and zillions of creepy-crawly BABY SPIDERS up in a newspaper and rode it to school on her bike handles so
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