Poor Avery’s foot is still in a bandage. She says she is fine but I can see that her foot gets sore when she walks on it. Everyone thinks she is super cool for having a soccer injury, but she’s worried about her tennis match this weekend. I offered to play on her behalf, but I’m not so sure anymore. She made me promise not to lose the match, so now I’m nervous because I don’t want to disappoint her.
The worst part is that I still don’t have a topic for my essay on ancient Egypt or my decorated pencils from Lindi. She tried to convince me to buy the ones that she already decorated, but I don’t want too much glitter on them.