The Secret Diary of Ashley Juergens by Courtney Kelley : Turk Ashley; Turk Juergens Page A
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I resold a fake ID . But this Joe guy making the ID s at Amy’s school had a nice operation going. It was definitely my picture. Only I lived in Nevada.
My big smile still looks like I’m bored, but trust me . . . I really wanted to know whatever she knew.
2:55 P.M.
Mom met us out in the hallway, which was a really close call. She and Amy talked about the whole job situation. Amy acted like she’s been looking for jobs, but I know she hasn’t. She’s too busy planning a wedding and avoiding responsibility in general. Mom seems to be really looking, though. She told me she was surprised I didn’t have anything to say on the subject. I know I tend to hurt her feelings a lot. I really don’t mean to. It seems that way, but I don’t. I’ve just been especially vocal lately because of Amy and Dad and everything. I’m afraid if I stop commenting on it I’ll have time to look around and really see what’s going on. It’s a lot to take in. But I have to realize it’s a lot for Mom, too, and my comments don’t make it any easier. I’m really going to work on it and hope this journal helps. That’s not to say I will stop making honest observations. Sometimes it feels like my family is stuck in some kind of Greek tragedy and I’m their one-woman chorus. A Greek tragedy always needs a chorus.
Then we got on the topic of Dad, which doesn’t help when I’m trying not to make comments, because I don’t want to think about him moving out. This is mouthy territory for me. So it was good when Ben and Henry walked up. Except when Ben introduced Henry to my mom as his BEST MAN . I felt like saying, “And you know Amy . . . the bride?” This wedding is going to be such a disaster. Everyone laughed it off, but I could tell Mom didn’t get the joke. Thank God.
Then Henry decided to stop staring at me and ask me out on a double date with Amy and Ben in front of my mom. Mom thought that’s what everyone was acting nervous about. Unbelievable. It’s not a date, it’s a way to get me to Amy and Ben’s wedding without her getting suspicious. And Henry will probably use me to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. Now I’m a witness to their deceptive wedding and Henry’s amorous entanglements. How romantic. Good thing Amy and I are sisters and friends or I would never have agreed to this.
After that was settled, my mom told me I could talk to her about anything—like double dates. She always gets like this with me and boys and dates. Even when I was little and went to Cotillion. At a certain point in the night it would be girl’s choice and whoever I chose to dance with always turned into someone I wanted to date. She would ask me a million questions: Why did I pick him? Did I think he was cute? Was I hoping to go out with him after Cotillion ended? I didn’t even want to go to Cotillion, why would I want to date someone from Cotillion? They made me choose someone. I would have preferred to stay in my seat during girl’s choice. But Mom told me not to get kicked out because she couldn’t get her deposit back. So I picked the guy who was closest to me and breathing. That was the extent of my thought process.
I wish I could tell her I had something much more interesting than a double date to tell her about. But I made another promise to Amy. Besides, I wanted to know where Dad was moving.
3:41 P.M.
I almost let the wedding secret slip out a few times before we got home. It was a little out of my hands. Signs from above—literally. On the way home we passed a church, a bakery, and a wedding dress shop. If “Going to the Chapel” had come on the radio, I would have confessed for sure. But I just sulked in my seat, wondering where Dad was moving since Amy still hadn’t told me, even though she promised. I’m starting to think maybe Amy isn’t a good friend. Or her brain is too preoccupied with wedding stuff to think of anything else.
We pulled into the driveway and I was kind of annoyed at how excited
My big smile still looks like I’m bored, but trust me . . . I really wanted to know whatever she knew.
2:55 P.M.
Mom met us out in the hallway, which was a really close call. She and Amy talked about the whole job situation. Amy acted like she’s been looking for jobs, but I know she hasn’t. She’s too busy planning a wedding and avoiding responsibility in general. Mom seems to be really looking, though. She told me she was surprised I didn’t have anything to say on the subject. I know I tend to hurt her feelings a lot. I really don’t mean to. It seems that way, but I don’t. I’ve just been especially vocal lately because of Amy and Dad and everything. I’m afraid if I stop commenting on it I’ll have time to look around and really see what’s going on. It’s a lot to take in. But I have to realize it’s a lot for Mom, too, and my comments don’t make it any easier. I’m really going to work on it and hope this journal helps. That’s not to say I will stop making honest observations. Sometimes it feels like my family is stuck in some kind of Greek tragedy and I’m their one-woman chorus. A Greek tragedy always needs a chorus.
Then we got on the topic of Dad, which doesn’t help when I’m trying not to make comments, because I don’t want to think about him moving out. This is mouthy territory for me. So it was good when Ben and Henry walked up. Except when Ben introduced Henry to my mom as his BEST MAN . I felt like saying, “And you know Amy . . . the bride?” This wedding is going to be such a disaster. Everyone laughed it off, but I could tell Mom didn’t get the joke. Thank God.
Then Henry decided to stop staring at me and ask me out on a double date with Amy and Ben in front of my mom. Mom thought that’s what everyone was acting nervous about. Unbelievable. It’s not a date, it’s a way to get me to Amy and Ben’s wedding without her getting suspicious. And Henry will probably use me to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. Now I’m a witness to their deceptive wedding and Henry’s amorous entanglements. How romantic. Good thing Amy and I are sisters and friends or I would never have agreed to this.
After that was settled, my mom told me I could talk to her about anything—like double dates. She always gets like this with me and boys and dates. Even when I was little and went to Cotillion. At a certain point in the night it would be girl’s choice and whoever I chose to dance with always turned into someone I wanted to date. She would ask me a million questions: Why did I pick him? Did I think he was cute? Was I hoping to go out with him after Cotillion ended? I didn’t even want to go to Cotillion, why would I want to date someone from Cotillion? They made me choose someone. I would have preferred to stay in my seat during girl’s choice. But Mom told me not to get kicked out because she couldn’t get her deposit back. So I picked the guy who was closest to me and breathing. That was the extent of my thought process.
I wish I could tell her I had something much more interesting than a double date to tell her about. But I made another promise to Amy. Besides, I wanted to know where Dad was moving.
3:41 P.M.
I almost let the wedding secret slip out a few times before we got home. It was a little out of my hands. Signs from above—literally. On the way home we passed a church, a bakery, and a wedding dress shop. If “Going to the Chapel” had come on the radio, I would have confessed for sure. But I just sulked in my seat, wondering where Dad was moving since Amy still hadn’t told me, even though she promised. I’m starting to think maybe Amy isn’t a good friend. Or her brain is too preoccupied with wedding stuff to think of anything else.
We pulled into the driveway and I was kind of annoyed at how excited
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