After my “friends” left, I marched right back to my room. And managed to trip over one of Cammy’s dumb creeper dolls. And broke its leg off. Which felt kind of good for a second, but I knew I had to fix it or Cammy would blow her top.
So while I was sticking that leg back where it belonged, I decided something. I decided that Cammy has the right idea, playing with baby dolls. They do WHATEVER you want them to do. They don’t talk back. And they’re always smiling.
Not like friends. Or pet SQUIDs, for that matter.
Sticky’s been staring at me all night, which is really creeping me out. And he’s definitely NOT smiling. “WHAT?” I kept asking him. Part of me wishes he could talk. The other part wishes he’d just shut up already.
I finally stopped looking at him. I have this great ignoring trick where I ALMOST look at him, but I’m really looking just to the right of him. Or to the left of him. Or at the table under his aquarium. Or at the wall above his aquarium.
I’ve been working on that trick during lunchtime, when I sit next to Ziggy and want to NOT see the food falling out of his mouth. And I have to say, it comes in handy a lot of other times too.
Except tonight, when I looked above Sticky’s aquarium, my eyes ran smack into a drawing of a baby zombie and Santa. And then I remembered something.
ZOE.
She thinks Santa IS coming this year! She’s probably waiting in her crib with her eyes wide open. Because of Ziggy’s big mouth. GREAT.
Well, I am NOT going to feel guilty for something Ziggy did. The sun is going to come up any minute now, and I’m going to sleep like a baby—a baby CREEPER, not a baby zombie.
Because everyone knows baby zombies don’t sleep.
Especially ones who are waiting for Santa.
