Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for December 12, 1999
December 11, 1999
December 13, 1999
Transcript:
Boy: Hey Holly? Where'd you get that HAIRDO? At the Bride of Frankenstein's Salon?? Holly: * Girl: Whoa! That is one dumpy outfit! You been shoppin' in your mama's closet again?! Teacher: YES, young lady, your paper is due TODAY. If it's late, you fail. BUMP BUMP RUMBLE JOSTLE Holly: Outta my way, dweb-brain! SLAM Val: Honestly, what HAPPENS to kids when they hit middle school?
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If I had EVER treated either of my little sisters like Holly treats Alix, a butt whoopping would have been the least of my problems. The whooper would be the older of my two little sisters, who even at ‘2 years, one month, and twentythree days’ (she counted them, not me), younger than me, had been taller than, and outweighed me, by the time we were 7 and 5. Will Holly ever figure out that she’s her own worst enemy?