September, 1998

Dear Journal,
Hi! It is Thursday and tomorrow we are going to Texas. I can't wait! And my cousin, Angela, is going to the football game. Grace is sick! I hope she gets better before tomorrow. We all do. I feel sorry for her, she gets sick quite often. Well, I should go pack. See ya! BYE


[note: Grace was not the little, sick, weakling I made her out to be]