July 14th
I was sixteen today. Happy Birthday to me. Big deal. They gave me a cake and some clothes. Who needs it? Oh, yeah, the Creep gave me a Swiss Army Knife. Little does he know how handy it’s gonna be. Ha! She made such a big goddamn deal over the Creep that you would have thought it was his birthday. Who does she think he is anyway? Some kind of star? Well, we’ll just see who the star of this family is going to be!
And speaking of stars, the one that thinks she’s the biggest goddamn star of all is that frigging Jaret Tyler. Talk about your big goddamn deals. Well, I have news. The way she walks around you’d think she owned Gardener’s Point or something. Eyes straight ahead, goddamn nose in the air, never giving you so much as a nod. Well, has that bitch got a surprise in store for her.
I’ve been watching her real close. I follow her whenever I can. It’s real hard without wheels but I get around pretty good. Between my bike and Carter’s car I do all right. Carter wanted to know why I was into following her and I told him I’d break his arm if he didn’t stop being so goddamn nosy. He’s so glad to have someone to hang around with he’d do whatever I say.
It’s gonna be hard to get her alone. She’s almost always with Peggy. I thought about getting them both but then I’d have to bring Carter in on it and that could be dangerous. He’s too much of a jerk and would probably screw it all up. So I gotta settle on just Jaret. Anyway, I know that sooner or later I’ll get her alone somewhere. One of these days she’ll go into those woods alone. I hope. She’s never done it yet . . . at least not since I’ve been watching, but I bet she does. When they go down there from her house they always walk since it’s so close. When they go from Peggy’s or someplace else they drive. I’ve seen them doing it a couple of times now. Christ! I’d like to tell the papers. What a riot. I can just imagine the reaction. I thought about sending anonymous letters to their parents but I’d screw everything up if I did. I’m gonna need that info later. Can’t wait until I can tell her what I know. I can just picture her squirming away, begging me not to. I’ll put that knife right up close to her throat and look right into those goddamn cold eyes of hers. She’ll have to look at me then. I hate that frigging bitch. Soon.