From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess
“Not exactly fist-fighting, but shoving one another.
Like having royal ninja bodyguards who appear from nowhere, this sounds better than it was. I just wanted to sit with my normal friends, like Nishi and Netta and Quetta and Beth Chandler.
But all these people who’d normally NEVER want to sit near us (such as Justin and his friends) kept elbowing for space at our table!
Then I found out Justin was SELLING TICKETS to sit near me!
Seven inches of space at my lunch table was going for as much as EIGHT DOLLARS!
It still seems unbelievable to me that my step-cousin, who once told me never even to speak to him at school, was selling tickets to sit near me.
Then again, he didn’t give me so much as a penny! So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.
He is just like his father.
It’s okay, though, because Dr. Bushy noticed what was happening (since there were so many fights over seating at my table. Sabine—that’s my personal bodyguard, the one with the ponytail—kept having to break them up).
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