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We Way? Three Way!
You're Old Enough
You’re the first book I’ve decided to write in, so you should feel very special. Right now I’m practicing doing a split. Yes, I can do that and hold a pen at the same time. Well, it’s not easy, but I’m managing. So… to fill you in, at our first concert ever (not ours, it was our dads’, but we were there) Natalie broke her leg so right now she has a cast on, and Jillian is talking Frank into letting her practice driving. Padre signed all of us up for stuff. Natalie’s going to take jujitsu, and Jillian is trying to decide between a bunch of different instrument lessons, so right now she’s going to start with guitar, and even though he looked at me a little funny, I got signed up for ballet classes =) Soon, I’ll be able to be a bad ass ninja assassin ballerina! Well, not really, but I can pretend. Daddy G stretched out my green tutu though. He bought me a red one though, so it’s all good. My first class is soon. I have to go now because they have another concert and I don’t want to lose you. Until next time,
-Becca
Shutting the book and dragging myself up from the almost-split I was doing, I skipped down the stairs.
“You guys aren’t coming this time. We still need to figure out how to make sure you don’t end up all over the crowd.” Mommy explained.
“So you’re okay with leaving us home alone, in this big house, at night, where we have access to the internet, phone, and possibly large sums of cash?” Jill wanted to go back. She liked mosh pits.
“You’re 14, and there are three of you. You can keep yourselves entertained for a few hours without blowing anything up.”
“But that’s so entertaining…” I sighed.
“There’s food in the cabinets, juice in the fridge.” Papa reminded us as they left.
“Alright, game time. There’s a list of phone numbers on the fridge. Do you wanna know who’s at the top?” Jill asked, grinning like a maniac.
“Spiderman?”
“Harry Potter?”
“Curious George?”
“The Joker?”
“Roger Rabbit?”
“That old priest who tried to perform an exorcism on Becca?”
“Natalie! We promised not to talk about that! I’m STILL terrified of holy water!”
“Heh, sorry… um, Spongebob?”
“A Samurai hotline?”
“No, Brendon Urie.” Jillian cut in. Cue the blank stares. “Hello? Lead singer of Panic! At the disco? Ring a bell?”
“Oh! THAT Brendon Urie!”
-Becca
Shutting the book and dragging myself up from the almost-split I was doing, I skipped down the stairs.
“You guys aren’t coming this time. We still need to figure out how to make sure you don’t end up all over the crowd.” Mommy explained.
“So you’re okay with leaving us home alone, in this big house, at night, where we have access to the internet, phone, and possibly large sums of cash?” Jill wanted to go back. She liked mosh pits.
“You’re 14, and there are three of you. You can keep yourselves entertained for a few hours without blowing anything up.”
“But that’s so entertaining…” I sighed.
“There’s food in the cabinets, juice in the fridge.” Papa reminded us as they left.
“Alright, game time. There’s a list of phone numbers on the fridge. Do you wanna know who’s at the top?” Jill asked, grinning like a maniac.
“Spiderman?”
“Harry Potter?”
“Curious George?”
“The Joker?”
“Roger Rabbit?”
“That old priest who tried to perform an exorcism on Becca?”
“Natalie! We promised not to talk about that! I’m STILL terrified of holy water!”
“Heh, sorry… um, Spongebob?”
“A Samurai hotline?”
“No, Brendon Urie.” Jillian cut in. Cue the blank stares. “Hello? Lead singer of Panic! At the disco? Ring a bell?”
“Oh! THAT Brendon Urie!”