Guess what! I have nothing to write about! I suppose the only thing I have to say is that I am nothing but a sad rag now that school is almost here. Some people say they want school to come back, but I always asumed that was only an adult’s excuse. Phooey. Although, I still do wonder what we’ll be doing when we return to the Prison … ehg, probably just dumb, boring fifth grade stuff.
Kinda like the phone conversations my frien Emma and I talk about once in a while, speaking of which. You see, she recently called me at the wrong time last evening, and when I immediately saw on the caller ID that it was her, I went bananas.
Speaking of which, I am eating one right now. 
“H-Hello?” I whimpered on the phone with a reply of, “Hi, is this Zoe?”
“No,” I didn’t say.
“Yes,” I said. “Hi, Emma.” I made a sad face after covering the telephone screen before she could say anything.
“Hi, did you enjoy your Christmas?” Hm…yes! *gasp*
“Yup,” was a safe answer.
“So did I,” Emma said as if I didn’t know. “Well, I was calling to say that I think you and I should have some kind of ’spy-dressing day’ when school gets back. You think?”
“Sure, why not?”
Then she started gabbing to me about wearing earrings and jeans and denim jackets or blazers and tall boots and straight hair and so on…
I couldn’t believe how little I’d been talking by the time my parents came home. Emma had been telling to me about her getting purple things for Christmas and me getting blue things for Chrsitmas and I was just pacing around like an idiot.
Suddenly Emma shrieked, “Stop, Zoe! Leave me alone!”
I was offended until Emma coaxed, “Sorry, Zoe, that was my sister. Speaking of her, she gets so much homework this year! Oh…guess what! one time…” Here goes another conversation! Wow! A record of eighteen simalair conversations this one phone call! And only three by me, the rest by Emma until finally we said our *lovely* goodbyes and hung up.
Sid just said, “I’m trying to kill people here!” for his Star Wars game.
Hmph. I guess I do have something to write about.
A note to my friend Emma: If you see this somehow, don’t take it the wrong way.
Heh, heh…When I said “frien”, you know what I meant…