The Teachers...

So far, so good, it’s great to be home. But… well, Dad called all my teachers. I wasn’t in the room at the time. But Dad called me soon enough. I knew they’d all want to talk to me- more like scold and lecture and a few of them might want to yell at me, but I was ready. “Hello?” My Whology teacher was on the phone. “YOU ARE A VERY, VERY BAD BOY!!! Do you realize what heartache and pain you caused your parents? You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” I tried to speak, but she kept on going. “And you have not been to school Two weeks! Do you realize that? TWO weeks! Do you know how much homework piles up over two weeks?” “I thought school was canceled for most of that because of the snow!” I said quickly before she could keep talking. There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Well, that’s not an excuse for bad behavior. I should hope you’re parents are punishing you in the way they see fit.” I’m afraid this I found hilarious, and I couldn’t stop from laughing. “What? That’s not funny!” She sputtered. “No, no it’s not, I’m sorry…” “Of all the rudeness!” and she hung up. I sat down in Dad’s chair. Yeah, I’d been standing in it. “Oh, boy. Hope that’s not an indication of how class is gonna go.” I said, handing dad back the phone. He was looking at me with a sad smile. “That’s… the first time you laughed in a long time, son.” He said. I looked down. I didn’t know how to reply. But I don’t think dad wanted a reply. He looked up the next teacher’s phone number. “You might wanna stick around, JoJo. The next one will probably want to talk to you as well.”
So all the calls went a little like that- gym teacher was a little upset about the gym being destroyed partially, but he was still able to… scold. And the hardest one was my writing teacher. I really like her- that’s why I like doing this a lot, but she was… well, she sounded like she didn’t trust me anymore. I do… I think that’s fair. I don’t think anyone will completely trust me anymore. But now I have to live with it. I always will have this scar though. And it’s all my fault. But… I’ll manage. I kinda have to, now.
I really, really want to go try to fix up the symphoniphone. I know I can, but I don’t really want to go out when I’m grounded. If somebody caught me, and told my parents that I’d been out, and that I’d not stayed home when I was supposed to, that would be really, really bad. I don’t want to mess up again. So, because it’s wrong, I won’t. I don’t want to let them down… again.

Another thing...

Today I felt well enough to go to school. So I did. Mayzie wasn’t there. And something bad happened. The teacher decided someone needed to take her her homework. Funny, nobody needed to do that for me. But anyway, it had to be someone who lived pretty close to her. She lives on First Street. Guess who else lives on First Street. So I had to take her homework over to her. When I knocked on the door, there was a little girl at the door. She gasped. And ran away from the door. “Mayzie! Guess who’s here!” Oh drat. I thought. I dropped the package and called “Give that to Mayzie!” and I started to get out of there as fast as I could without being rude. But… “Hey, JoJo!” Mayzie called. I sighed and slowly turned, trying to smile, but it wasn’t working. “You want to come in?” she asked. “Uhhh… no… I gotta go home right away…” And I left fast.
The reason I didn’t post yesterday was because I went to the observatory. I shouldn’t have been out of bed, okay I admit it. Nobody missed me though. Which made me upset. But with a strange morbid feeling of satisfaction. I don’t know why though. I’m feeling the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach again though. I don’t know why. It can’t be about the baby. It’s got to be a girl. It’s like my parents can’t have boys. I just think I’m some sort of freak. So it’s okay. I know that’s weird, calling myself a freak makes me feel better, but it does.

Sorry I was really busy with fixing the symphoniphone yesterday so I didn't write. It's almost all fixed but I'm still mad! Anyway, We are all still calming down from New Years (I can't beleive it's 2010!) and things are getting back to normal. But with the Who-Cenntenial everyone's been talking about Horton and wondering and formulating theories and trying to bug me (oh, JoJo, how can we ever thank you?) and congratulating my dad (Just not that much that big happens around here) and thinking about specks. I mean, in our house we have this pile of dust from all the specks my sisters have collected! And school is fine.

WHO MESSED WITH THE SYMPHONIPHONE???

WHEW!!! I'm glad that's over! I hate popularity. And, well, it was just too busy. And SOMEONE came in and messed with the symphoniphone. Okay, if anyone knows who did this, tell me!!! Wait, on second thought, maybe it would be better if you didn't... for whoever it was!
Also,just so you know, it's safe to search JoJo McDodd on Google profile search. Cause I'm the only one there.