Poor Bumble didn’t get the part in Grease. He’s just one of Danny’s pals now, with no lines. Maybe if he’d let me help him rehearse for the audition, he might have done better, but of course I didn’t say that. I haven’t seen him for ages, and talking on the phone is just not the same. I miss him.
I’m really glad I’ve got Chloe now though.
And wouldn’t you know – Catherine Eggleston got the part of Sandy, with her blonde hair and her boobs. Naturally, she was the first girl to get boobs in our class. I’m still as flat as a pancake, which I’m sure is perfectly normal for most thirteen-year-olds. Chloe wears a bra, but as far as I can see it’s really just for show.
Oh, and guess what else? Bumble told me it’s all finished between Catherine and Terry McNamara. I’m glad Terry came to his senses at last. And guess who got the part of Danny? Cute Chris Thompson, which I suppose means that his voice has finally broken – they could hardly have a Danny with a high voice, could they? The songs would sound all wrong.
And more news – Pizza Palace, which Dad and I use all the time, has a new delivery boy, and he really does look Italian, not like Santa – remember my old teacher?
This guy has dark brown eyes and long black hair that he wears in a really cool ponytail, and he calls me ‘doll’. He must be at least seventeen, because he rides one of the Pizza Palace motorbikes. I would give ANYTHING to go out with him.
Oh, and I almost forgot – I was at Dad’s office last week. We were going to have an early bird dinner at the Chinese, so I got the bus to his place from school and did my homework while I waited for him – and guess what was on his desk? The silver frame that Marjorie gave him for his birthday.
When I saw it, I was half afraid to look at what he’d put into it, in case it was a photo of her and him, but it turned out to be one of me and Bumble from that day on the beach when I burnt my nose, with Bumble making rabbit ears behind my head.
I thought it was nice of Dad to put that photo in, although it made me sad to think we’ll never have any new ones of Mam and us.
Ruth Wallace told me my new platforms made me walk like a duck. She’s such an idiot.
Two days to mid-term – hurrah! Not that I’m planning anything very exciting, but it’ll be great to have a week off. I can stay in bed till – well, till bedtime, if I like, ha ha.