Fifth Grade Tour and Quinn-In-The-Middle

I'm sorry I haven't been on here to tell you all about everything that happened with me in the last little while. I was busy all day Thursday, and Friday was my parents' wedding anniversary. Then I got grounded on Saturday morning, lol.

Anyways, Thursday was the day all of us fifth graders went to tour our new junior high. We were divided into groups of three and given to sixth graders who had volunteered to lead us around for the day. And guess who I was grouped with? Claire (remember the mean girl who made fun of me for crying about the Holocaust and then wiped out during the play?) and Nicki. Nicki is homeschooled right now because she moved too late in the school year to be able to catch up, but she'll be coming to our school this fall. The girl who was chosen to lead us around was a girl who lives in Quinn's apartment building. She's pretty mean... from what I hear, she's kinda a nightmare. She was really dismissive with us while she was showing us around... not necessarily mean, but she certainly wasn't nice. Meanwhile, Claire and I haven't talked to each other since everything happened with the play, but that day she was trying to be really friendly toward me. It was weird... I pretty much just ignored her. And Nicki pretty much ignored me.

The school seems nice... no lockers or playground, but the library is open at lunch and they have internet (which you can use for 15 minutes at a time) and a pretty good selection of manga books. I met the woman who will be my English teacher and the man who will be my Math teacher. They seemed pretty okay. They have a marching and concert band, and the director seems really cool. That was about all... it was a lot more uneventful than I had expected.

Friday was the first time since the carnival Quinn spoke to me. She called to say she wouldn't be coming to my parents' anniversary dinner and to tell me that I need to know that she can have more than one friend and that I don't own her. I didn't know what to say... of course I know I don't own her! And I don't care how many friends she has... I just don't think that she should ignore me because someone new comes along. I told her that if she didn't think more of me than that, I didn't want her as a friend anyways. So we haven't talked since then.

But you know who I have talked to? Nicki! We had a Girl Scout thing on Saturday, and she sat by me while we ate lunch. Neither of us said anything for a long time... until we were done eating, actually. But we sorta came to an agreement after that.
"I just want you to know that I'm not the kind of person that would ever steal someone's best friend," she began.
"It doesn't matter anyways," I said. "She's not speaking to me."
Nicki sighed. "I don't want to mess things up. I just wanted to have a friend. I don't know a lot of people here yet..."
"I'm not trying to keep you and Quinn from being friends! It's not like I have a problem with you or something," I insisted. "I just don't want her to forget about me!"
"Well," Nicki began, "how about we make a deal? If I get Quinn to make up with you, we could share her. Then I wouldn't have to feel like the loser new girl and you wouldn't have to be best friendless." We shook on it.

So... I guess Nicki and I are okay. But I don't know about me and Quinn. She hasn't talked to me. Nicki said she talked to her, but I'm not seeing any results. What can I do?

Until next time,
Wendy (Angela Moira Darling) Stein XOXO

P.S. I'm sorry this was so long! You guys know how I tend to ramble, lol...

My friend Quinn.

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Quinn is my best friend. I never thought I'd be able to say that about anyone, but it's true. See, Quinn and I met online and bonded pretty quickly over the fact that neither of us has a lot of friends. Quinn is homeschooled, so the only person she has to play with is her brother Ben. And he's at that age where he hates girls... so it isn't any fun for her at all. So, like I said, we met online and didn't even realize that we lived just a few streets apart until we had been online friends for 5 or 6 months. Isn't that something?

Well, we decided that since we lived so close to one another we should hang out sometime. So I, like the well behaved young lady I am, went to my parents to ask permission to go meet her and they said I wasn't allowed since we had met online and I had no way to know if she was really a little girl or if she was some filthy old man. I mean, I really appreciate having my folks look out for me, but this was pretty ridiculous! I mean, I would have known if she had been a big phony. I'm really intuitive. (That is the word I'm thinking of, right?)

So this is the point where I had to take matters into my own hands. I know how my parents want me to read more real books and less comics, so I told them I was walking to Barnes and Noble, which is only a block from our house. Mom of course let me go... but somehow I ended up at Quinn's house. We played for a long time at her house. We talked about everything under the sun, and I brought Molly along so she could see her in person. Her mom was at work and her awesome aunt Linda watched us and Ben. But when her mom got home and saw me she figured out what we had done and she took me home. I wanted to walk so my parents wouldn't catch on, but she drove me. (Trust me, it was a short but awkward ride.) And when we got there, she marched me and Quinn to the doorstep, rung the bell, and the parents all had a long talk about us. That was awkward too, as we both sat there, scared to say anything for fear we'd get in more trouble.

But here's the good news: now that my mom and dad know Quinn and her mom, they said I'm allowed to play with her, and she can come over my house and I can go over hers! I'm so excited. I've never had a real friend like this before… not since I was way little anyways. The best thing is how much fun we can have just doing nothing. That's the best, right?

But there's some bad news too. It's true I have a best friend now, but I'm grounded for the next week for sneaking out! No leaving the house, no phone, and no computer. I snuck on to type this (thank goodness for laptops!). If my mom hears me typing (or if the twins hear me and snitch) I'm fried. Wish me luck!

Until next time,
Wendy (Angela Moira Darling) Stein XOXO