Cassie wonders if being a little bit bored
could be compared to being a little bit pregnant. They are the same in one way;
eventually something will pop.
She should write that down. She will, if
she can find her journal. Where did she
leave it? Oh, right. She hid it, between the mattress and box spring where her
mother would never look.
But she might not be looking at all, but cleaning and
discover it. Better not write ‘a little
bit pregnant’ even to compare it to boredom. Her mother always jumps to conclusions;
sound the alarms.
So boring.
