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Dear Diary,
We’re officially in the ~fun~ part of being on the run: laying low.
“Wow, that sounds fun!” NO. It’s fun for like, the first day. No waking up early? No constant driving? No peeing in gross gas station washrooms? Sounds amazing! But don’t be tricked. It’s only fun when there’s good stuff to watch on TV.
Marisa says we only have enough money to be here for a few days. And then: I don’t know. All of our plans are scrambled. We have to figure out a way to make back our money. But it’s hard to do that when all the cops are on high alert.
We just had motel muffins for breakfast. Our lunch is probably more frozen burgers. I think it’s weird when on TV, they show kids not liking vegetables. I would kill for a broccoli right now. I would even eat it RAW.
Basketball doesn’t start until 4 o’clock, so I don’t know what to watch. I keep switching through the channels and hoping they’ll play something cool. But it’s like they know I’m watching because everything they’re playing is sooooo boooringggggg.
The cooking show is kind of fun, actually. I like watching all the chefs get yelled at, even though 99% of the time I don’t really get what they did wrong. Except the creme brulee one. I know how to make THAT. Marisa and I made it once. She even let me use the blow torch :)
Agh, but I haaate waiting a week for the next episode. AND there’s no guarantee that we’ll have a TV this time next week. We’d probably be driving, or maybe we’d get one of those cheap motels that doesn’t have a TV. Or worse, we could be living in the car again. I hate laying low but now I’m secretly hoping we’ll still be laying low next week so I can see the next episode.
Now there’s really nothing to watch except this show about high school and singing. Some of these people definitely don’t look like highschoolers.
I’ve never been to high school. I mean, I think that’s pretty obvious. I’m ten years old (BUT I’M TURNING ELEVEN IN A FEW DAYS). Sometimes I don’t know if I should be happy or sad about that. The homework seems so much harder. Everybody on TV talks about trigonometry (I had to ask Marisa how to spell that too) and algebra and calculus. I don’t even know what those are. I hope it’s like geometry. I like geometry.
But the cafeteria looks like fun. It’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet. I don’t think there are actual food fights though. We love food too much in real life to be chucking it like that. And the science class looks so fun and wacky. I know it’s probably not like that in real life too, but it HAS to be more fun than what I did in elementary school. All we did was make oobleck and mix sugar water and salt water and whatever. Once the teacher made us bite plasticine. DISGUSTING. One time she got all dressed up like a real scientist in a lab coat and everything and made something called “elephant toothpaste” in a giant beaker. THAT was the only cool experiment, and WE didn’t even get to do it. We were only allowed to watch. I hope in high school they give me the COOL stuff, like acid. Apparently dissecting frogs is a thing. Sounds interesting, but I’m not so sure if I want to do that.
I thought about asking Marisa if she ever did that, but she doesn’t like to talk about herself, especially stuff from when she’s younger. I think she doesn’t like thinking about her parents :( I can’t really imagine her as a highschooler. She’s so serious. I know she’s not ACTUALLY serious all the time. I can tell when she’s feeling lighter and when she’s feeling heavier. But I feel like a highschooler is supposed to have emotions on their face. On TV they’re always crying or being angry and rebellious. Was Marisa ever rebellious? I can’t imagine that either. But I also can’t imagine her being bossed around by her teachers and parents.
There was another movie I saw that was about high school and singing AND basketball. That one was a lot of fun. Every time I switch through the channels I hope they’re playing it, but I’m not so lucky today. I wonder if I could sing and play basketball. I think it would be pretty hard. Maybe their lungs are just super strong. Anyway, I don’t think high school basketball is really like that in real life. But I WISH it was.
There’s a basketball court at this motel. Usually Marisa would let me play if nobody else was outside. But now we’re ~laying low~ so I’m not allowed to go outside AT ALL. I hate it. It’s so nice and sunny. It rained a little last night so the court is kind of wet, but I don’t really mind that.
Two kids just started playing there. I’m not even allowed to watch them play because Marisa is afraid someone will look through the window and see me. But I can hear them playing. I can hear the ball bouncing and hitting the backboard.
Dear diary, I don’t know if I can do this anymore. It was SO CLOSE to being over. If we just had time to get what we won at the game. We could be out of the country by now. We could be finding a house to live in and looking at schools. We were so close. It makes everything feel so much worse. We’ve only been in this motel for a day and I already can’t stand it. We don’t have our stuff. We don’t have our money. We’re back at the start. Is it going to take another two years before we find another chance to make enough money? I don’t want to do this. I don’t want two more years of this. I just want it to be over.
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