From the Notebook of Astronaut Angel Jones

Because When I Am an Astronaut, Journalists Will Need Notes for My Biography

My Notebook Will Be a Lot Better Than My Brother’s Notebook.

I Don’t Remember When the Fire Was Exactly. Sorry.

All Me: My brother’s sweet on Footer Davis.

They’ll probably get married when they’re old and ugly.

I grabbed Footer’s list off my brother’s printer.

I gave the list and the barrette to Mom.

Mom is taking the list and the barrette to Mr. Davis.

The police need to talk to Ms. Davis again.

Everybody needs to stop pretending.

Pretending should only be in books with dragons and knights and wizards.

If I was a wizard, I’d make it so people never got hit or murdered or burned.

I am not going to be a wizard. I am going to be an astronaut.