told.
I decided to use Amy and Dad’s newfound closeness to my advantage. I told Amy she had to keep Dad from leaving. Maybe tell him she’s having twins or something. She had to tell him not to leave, or better yet tell Mom that Dad can’t leave. I worked hard to get him back here; now I needed Amy to help get him to stay.
But Amy wouldn’t budge. She must have gotten up extra early today because she and Mom already got into a fight. Amy thought she could pass the baby off on Mom whenever she wanted, while she had a life. I rarely side with Mom, but this is definitely one of those times I do. How can Amy just dump all that responsibility on Mom? Especially now, when it looks like Mom has to find a job. And no offense to Mom, but maybe the baby should be adopted. It’s not like Amy and I are doing so hot right now.
Amy DID NOT like the adoption idea at all. She said it’s her baby and she doesn’t want to give it away. Except to Mom.
It reminded me of when we used to babysit together. Five minutes after the parents left she’d hand me the baby and go watch TV . Then when the parents came back and asked about our evening Amy would say, “It went great!” and the baby was “such a good boy/girl.” A baby’s always great when you’re not the one taking care of it. Maybe if Amy had performed her babysitting duties more thoroughly she would have been more careful about getting pregnant.
And Amy’s dolls when she was little? She’d leave them out in the backyard all the time. They looked like they had been on a season of Survivor . I was about to mention this when she said she wasn’t going to fight with me on her wedding day.
WEDDING DAY ???!!!
And she wants me to be her witness. Well, yeah, I’m not going to miss this, that’s for sure. Since the wedding’s today, that must mean we’re skipping the whole bridal shower, bachelorette party, and wedding-planning stuff. Fine by me! That stuff always seemed like stupid fluff that only leads up to the big fluff explosion . . . the wedding.
I don’t know what good getting married does for Amy’s whole baby situation. Let alone getting married without Mom and Dad’s permission. Amy thinks marrying someone who will take care of her and the baby is a good thing. It is, but I think she should be more concerned about taking care of the baby herself. All this seems like a big distraction to overshadow the little distraction that’s going to be coming very soon.
Amy said she was marrying Ben with or without me. Of course I want to be there. She said she wants to make her own decisions, and let’s face it—the wrong decisions are more fun to witness.
2:13 P.M.
I got to see Amy’s school today. Even empty it seemed better than my school—no offense, Principal Miller. It’s bigger and I could tell no one gets bothered about what they wear. Amy told Mom she wanted to show me around, so she dropped us off while she got the car washed. We were really there to get fake ID s from some guy named Joe Hampton for the wedding, but I still looked around anyway.
I smiled nice and big for my ID picture because Amy said if I was her witness she’d tell me where Dad’s moving.
I didn’t want to tell Amy this, but that wasn’t my first fake ID . This one is definitely an upgrade, though. I got a fake ID last year from another kid’s older brother who sold them in the parking lot after school. It cost me twenty bucks and I got what I paid for. It was a used driver’s license that had belonged to a woman with dark hair. It didn’t even look like me, but after seeing his selection I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. And it was the only California license he had, so I actually got the best one. I never even planned on using it. Like with the condoms. It was just kind of . . . there. I eventually sold it for twice the price I paid because no one would ever believe it was mine anyway. My dad would have been so proud. Of the profit I made on it, not because
I decided to use Amy and Dad’s newfound closeness to my advantage. I told Amy she had to keep Dad from leaving. Maybe tell him she’s having twins or something. She had to tell him not to leave, or better yet tell Mom that Dad can’t leave. I worked hard to get him back here; now I needed Amy to help get him to stay.
But Amy wouldn’t budge. She must have gotten up extra early today because she and Mom already got into a fight. Amy thought she could pass the baby off on Mom whenever she wanted, while she had a life. I rarely side with Mom, but this is definitely one of those times I do. How can Amy just dump all that responsibility on Mom? Especially now, when it looks like Mom has to find a job. And no offense to Mom, but maybe the baby should be adopted. It’s not like Amy and I are doing so hot right now.
Amy DID NOT like the adoption idea at all. She said it’s her baby and she doesn’t want to give it away. Except to Mom.
It reminded me of when we used to babysit together. Five minutes after the parents left she’d hand me the baby and go watch TV . Then when the parents came back and asked about our evening Amy would say, “It went great!” and the baby was “such a good boy/girl.” A baby’s always great when you’re not the one taking care of it. Maybe if Amy had performed her babysitting duties more thoroughly she would have been more careful about getting pregnant.
And Amy’s dolls when she was little? She’d leave them out in the backyard all the time. They looked like they had been on a season of Survivor . I was about to mention this when she said she wasn’t going to fight with me on her wedding day.
WEDDING DAY ???!!!
And she wants me to be her witness. Well, yeah, I’m not going to miss this, that’s for sure. Since the wedding’s today, that must mean we’re skipping the whole bridal shower, bachelorette party, and wedding-planning stuff. Fine by me! That stuff always seemed like stupid fluff that only leads up to the big fluff explosion . . . the wedding.
I don’t know what good getting married does for Amy’s whole baby situation. Let alone getting married without Mom and Dad’s permission. Amy thinks marrying someone who will take care of her and the baby is a good thing. It is, but I think she should be more concerned about taking care of the baby herself. All this seems like a big distraction to overshadow the little distraction that’s going to be coming very soon.
Amy said she was marrying Ben with or without me. Of course I want to be there. She said she wants to make her own decisions, and let’s face it—the wrong decisions are more fun to witness.
2:13 P.M.
I got to see Amy’s school today. Even empty it seemed better than my school—no offense, Principal Miller. It’s bigger and I could tell no one gets bothered about what they wear. Amy told Mom she wanted to show me around, so she dropped us off while she got the car washed. We were really there to get fake ID s from some guy named Joe Hampton for the wedding, but I still looked around anyway.
I smiled nice and big for my ID picture because Amy said if I was her witness she’d tell me where Dad’s moving.
I didn’t want to tell Amy this, but that wasn’t my first fake ID . This one is definitely an upgrade, though. I got a fake ID last year from another kid’s older brother who sold them in the parking lot after school. It cost me twenty bucks and I got what I paid for. It was a used driver’s license that had belonged to a woman with dark hair. It didn’t even look like me, but after seeing his selection I didn’t have the luxury of being picky. And it was the only California license he had, so I actually got the best one. I never even planned on using it. Like with the condoms. It was just kind of . . . there. I eventually sold it for twice the price I paid because no one would ever believe it was mine anyway. My dad would have been so proud. Of the profit I made on it, not because
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