Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I asked Elizabeth about the Talent Show and Elizabeth said she's in. She has never found something quite amusing. I thought she found her brothers getting in trouble quite amusing. Anyway, Principal Davidson explained that first place winner of the talent show deserves a trophy and a blue ribbon, second place deserves a medal with the words: Elite Star printed on it and they also deserve a red ribbon. Finally, third place receives only a green ribbon. This is worthless but worthful. Elizabeth and I are suggesting ideas every now and then. Elizabeth thinks about having a magic show, where she fake punches them, like she swings and misses but they actually feel it. I thought that was just stupid because how on earth can we make people feel punches when you don't really punch them. Elizabeth thought of an idea by an idea. Every idea was fooling people. She has older brothers. Three mean older brothers. Her mum is really nice. But I just don't like her brothers. Jake, for being rude, spilt banana milk all over my homework. Elizabeth pinched him in the finger and bit him on the ankle three times. Then, Andrew, who'd, spewed bug spray in the toilet while I was going toilet. He had planned for that all along. And there was Jan- the quiet one but deadly quiet. Once he popped a fake spider on Elizabeth's desk and she screamed to death. I would've died.

Dear Diary,

I had this weird dream last night. It was Elizabeth and I and we were flowers. I was a sunflower and Elizabeth was a poppy, I think. We were happily growing and enjoying the sun when this little girl that looked like me when I was three came, dressed up as a gardener and adorable sunhat and planted a seed right next to Elizabeth. The flower grew and grew. Later in my dream, a hornet or something came a stung me in the head. I recently grew to a weed because I lost all the water for a flower to grow for. Do you know what my brain is trying to tell me? It is trying to say that I should get another best friend to hang out with and do the talent contest with. A new friend. No, two new friends. Three just isn't enough. This morning at school I told Elizabeth about the dream and the plan. She said she was lucky no to be stung. I constantly ignored her even though I was listening. "We should do a band with singing and stuff," Elizabeth suggested like that. I nodded and thought how could she come up with a brilliant plan? It sounded great. All we need is two more members. Things are gonna be fine!

Dear Diary,

OK, planning for a Talent Show isn't easy, it's busy! This is how things have to be:

• I have to make posters for me and Elizabeth's band. I will take interviews with people.
  
• Work out the songs.
  
• Work out who's playing what.
  
• See, it isn't very easy at all!
  

  So I think I am going to stay up late doing the flyers and posters and I am going to come over at school early tomorrow and put up the posters and flyers. Let's hope. Here is the flyer/poster:
  

  Talent Show Band-
  

  Two Extra Lucky Member needed!
  

  Must be female.
  

  Lunch.
  

  Thank you for not nagging…
  

  I think this was good enough and it was worth it because all that glitter had gone up my nose and uncomfortable start in the morning, but it was worth it. I can't wait to see the people who are signing up tomorrow!
  

  Dear Diary,
  

  First person. Guess who it was.
  

  Name: Gini Lee
  

  FM (First impression): Gini is too smooth. And she is ugly with all that freckles and rashes. She has smooth dark hair and smooth fingernail maincure and smooth talk. (She said that her rashes will heal in 20 seconds because she must saw me looking at them, adjusting. But she didn't know that I was timing her 20 secs and rashes were still.)
  

  Baddness: Very, very, very smooth. Smooth voice too. It's weird and stuff. But I must give her extra points for her freckles because they cover her whole face and she has some on her palm of her hand, too.
  

  Smoother so I must say:Rejected
  

  Name: Sasha
  

  FM: Sasha comes from South Africa and they have a lot of music there so she might be exellent. Sasha is nice. She has dark skin and big, big green eyes. I don't think you've noticed but her teeth look a bit like a pirates except they're all golden. And her teeth stinks. Or is it her breath?
  

  Baddness: Bad, smelly breathe. I offered her some mints that were full-on chilly. The breathe was too much. I don't think I can live longer. So bad breath on stage?
  

  Bad breathe foregin girlfriend. I asked her if she may take mints when we are on stage, but she said, "Um, no thank you. Ya ta?" I don't understand and bad breathe so I must say; Rejected.
  

  Name: Brice
  

  FM: Brice is a boy who shouldn't be auditioning. He should've looked at the flyers properly. So skip this.
  

  Baddness: Bad sense of everything. Picks his nose from time to time and eats it and he picks his earlobes.
  

  REJECTED OF COURSE!
  

  Wow, my first three sign ups and not one of them are for me. I showed Elizabeth the sign up sheets and Elizabeth told me that more people are auditioning. I groaned.
  

  Dear Diary,
  

  Sigh. I don't know where to find a new band member at all. Here are today's reselts:
  

  Name: Jarques
  

  FM: Isn't this a boy name? I don't think so because Jarques kept talking like this: "Jellybean nailpolish color is cool, isn't it? Or you should try crismon sunset, but I think it's too reddish, but I like pink rose better than Jellybean, don't you think?" Before the interview, she did a manicure and brang five new nailpolish and now fussing with the bottles. "Why do you think you earn this position?" I asked. "I'm such a fashion rock freak and I am so smart and I love to rock out and I know how to play guitar and I'm very smart."
  

  Baddness: Is girly girl and talkative about nails and clothes and stuff like that. Is she going to be like that all through the auditions?And she spilt Jellybean six times at the interview! So: MAYBE
  

  Name: JO` UI GIPLNB DRSEV Or something like that.
  

  FM: Jo` Ui Giplnb Drsev is foregin like Sasha so she'll be a little intresting to meet. She is like she is in the olden days, wearing stuff like them and talking like them. I told her thank you when the interview for her was over and she got out her note-book and got out a feather for more olden dayish schemes and wrote: ^GoOd Bye, Jonny.'
  

  Baddness: I ought to tell her that my name was Jenny, not Jonny. Though she was intresting, so, PROPERLY.
  

  That's enough interviews, really. No one is signing up anymore. Elizabeth looked at the sheets and grinned. "Maybe we should get Jarques; after all, he- I mean, she likes crismon sunset, why not?" I shrugged and thought that she was to yakky yakk. "What about the foregin kid?" I said. "JO, I think, whatever her name was she was intresting but maybe not a good singer." Elizabeth shrugged and looked around then she walked away.
  

  To be continued…