Journal entry: Monday, 9pm Whatâs bugging me today more than lately is my parcel delivery job. I mean WHATâS UP WITH ALL THESE PARCELS!?! Why do people leave it to the last minute on a Friday to post their packages?!! It makes me so mad! Mondays are hard enough without having to deliver a bazillion parcels after school. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! (MAJOR THOUGHT: I have just decided that when Iâm a grown-up, I will NEVER work on a Monday)â¦EVER!!! I have another complaint and itâs a big one by the name of Michael McClain or as I call himââIdiot-Boyâ. I hate that we go to the same high school and just because our parents are dating, all his dumb mates call me his âlittle sisterâ. I swear he was put on this planet just to annoy me!!! And the other thing thatâs been bugging me lately is my DAD! Heâs been acting really odd. Iâve caught him twice now whispering on the phone in the strangest places. Just this afternoon when I was getting ready for work, I overheard him talking on his mobile inside the broom closet. I think he was talking about a woman because he said the name âTiffanyâ. I also heard him say, âWall Street, New York Cityâ. At first I thought he was talking to my Grandma Georgina, âcoz sheâs in New York at the moment on a book tour, but then why would Dad be talking to her inside the broom closet? It doesnât make any sense. Hmmmâ¦I wonder if I should ask Chelsea (Dadâs girlfriend) if she has noticed anything weird about him lately too. I think itâs time I investigated his weird behavior more. Earlier today I said to my two best friends Theo and Janice as we walked to school, âYaâ know what? Iâve had it up to here with all these secretive phone calls in the middle of the night.â Theo didnât reply instead he gave me a pat on the back and his usual comforting smile as he walked alongside me. Theodore Riley is a good looking boy, tall with dark brown hair always neatly parted on the side. His passion is dancing. You name itâjazz, tap and ballet. His dream is to some day dance on Broadway in New York City. He is very popular with the girls but sadly isnât the slightest bit interested in any of them!
My other best friend, Janice Voyce, was walking in front of us talking about a million miles an hour. Janice is pale and freckly and she looks like a tomboy. No one wants to make her mad because she has a wild temper to match her messy red hair! She is smart too â geeky smart âand is going to become a lawyer one day. She is on the school debating team, which I reckon is because she enjoys arguing a lot. She also gossips a lot, which she gets from her mum. Her passion for law is from her dad, who owns a famous law firm with offices all around the world. Janice has always been jealous of Theoâs wealthy background as she doesnât like the idea of anyone being more famous or wealthy than her. Money means a lot to Janice as she measures success by how much you have. That doesnât explain how we became friends because Iâm not a billionaire and Iâm sure my dad isnât either! âSo I take it by your grumpy face this morning that you havenât found out whoâs been calling in the middle of the night?â Janice asked teasingly. âNuh!â I grunted half asleep. âBut I know one thing for sure; these calls are not prank calls. Last night just as I fell out of bed to answer the phone, Dad came rushing down hallway like a mad man yelling, âIâll get it!ââ âDid you find out who called?â Theo asked. âNo, because he shooed me back off to bed before he picked up the phone,â I said miserably. âOh!â said Theo shaking his head. âThatâs not good Sophie.â âI know and itâs happening more and more. Iâm really getting worried.â âDonât sweat