Just in case, though, I’m now sitting up, with my heart pounding, throwing blankets on top of Snakey. It’s not working.I know he’s still in there, under my blankets, with his venomous stuffed teeth and glassy eyes.I’m more awake than ever.If I don’t get enough sleep, I am a disaster.Sometimes I am a disaster anyway.And I don’t just mean at ball sports.
September 3, Thursday
The class lists came — finally!My new teacher is named Ms. Burns. I don’t think that sounds too good. Burns? She is brand- new to the school. I haveno idea if she will be nice or mean, old or young, pretty or anevil witch.Of course I don’t believe in evil witches.At least, during the day I don’t.My little sister, Elizabeth, is starting kindergarten. She got Ms. Amara, my old kindergarten teacher, the best teacher in theentire world.If I could have Ms. Amara again, everything would be fine.