Can You Say Catastrophe Page 0,3

sure we have everything on the list neatly packed in our duffels.

“I can’t wait to go,” I told Billy and Brynn. “Four amazing weeks with no parents or sisters to drive me crazy. My mom is making me nuts. My birthday party was a nightmare.”

Brynn nodded like she agreed. “Total nightmare.”

I cringed. It was one of those times when you don’t actually want anyone to agree with you. I love Brynn like a sister, but I don’t always like when she says whatever’s on her mind. Lately, she’s into this whole I-want-to-be-a-journalist-when-I-grow-up thing, and she says good journalists aren’t afraid to speak the truth. Which is fine if the person talking is on TV, and they don’t know you, but not always fine if they’re your best friend.

Anyway, when Brynn said my party was a total nightmare, I ran my tongue over my teeth, which Billy says I do when I’m nervous. Billy looked at me and caught me doing it, and that’s when the thing happened that made the afternoon SUPER WEIRD.

Billy smiled at me in a sweet way. “I thought you looked cute at your party,” he said, like he really did think I looked cute. Then, he stretched his leg across the carpet and touched my big toe with his. Our toes just kind of sat there for a minute, touching each other like they had minds of their own and they didn’t want to stop touching.

IT WAS SO WEIRD!

Our body parts have touched before, but somehow this time it felt different, like Billy was touching me on purpose. I looked at Brynn to see if she noticed, but she didn’t look like she thought anything seemed weird or different. She just kept going on about camp.

Even if Brynn couldn’t feel the difference, I could.

I looked at Billy to see if he could feel the difference too, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at his mom’s iPad like he was trying hard to find one particular photo. Then, he curled his toe away from mine like he wasn’t even sure he knew it had been there in the first place.

Billy was acting like nothing was any different. So I acted like nothing was any different. But to be honest, things felt a little different.

9:35 P.M.

Complete humiliation

Can you go to jail for locking your younger sisters in the attic until you’re old enough to leave for college? I don’t care. I’m taking my chances. I hate them. They have zero respect for my privacy.

Tonight, after I showered, I came into my room and locked the door. I read in a magazine that if you stand with your back arched, it makes your butt look bigger. I really want my butt to look bigger, so I dropped my towel, looked in the mirror, arched my back and stuck my butt out. It actually did look bigger. I touched it to see if it felt bigger, but it felt the same.

Then I looked in the mirror at my front.

The article I read also said scientific evidence suggests that stimulation of breasts makes them grow faster. The only boob I really want to grow is my left one. So while I was standing there naked with my back arched, I rubbed my left boob. I waited to see if anything happened, but it didn’t, so I rubbed it a little harder. The article didn’t give specifics on how long to do it, so I kept rubbing.

But then the worst thing happened.

I heard giggling, and it was coming from under my bed. I snatched up my bedspread, and my evil, spying little sisters were not only hiding under my bed, they had my cell phone! May started snapping pictures of me. Naked! I grabbed my phone and both of their arms and pulled them out from under the bed. May was laughing like crazy, and June was rubbing her chest and imitating me.

I’ve never screamed so loud in my life. “GET OUT! YOU’RE NEVER ALLOWED BACK IN HERE! IF YOU EVER SO MUCH AS TOUCH MY PHONE AGAIN, YOU’RE DEAD!”

I pushed them out the door and slammed it shut behind them. After I deleted the naked pictures of myself on my own phone, I kept screaming at them through the closed door. But all I heard was more laughing. I’m so furious. My throat hurts from screaming.

And I still have one boob that’s smaller than the other.

10:52 P.M.

I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about everything that happened today.