I always seem to get kidnapped on Mondays. My least favorite day
Making matters worse, I'm gonna miss turning in my most homework assignment. here comes a B in math.
So here I am, riding in the back of the Holt van. I kind of wish Hamilton was back her.e Much more legit than-
"OW!' I shove Madison away. "PERSONAL SPACE!"
Instead of listening, she grabs for this journal.
"Cut it out!"
Ok, she grabbed it, but I got it back. Here's what happened:
She read it over. "Ew! Crushing on Ham, are we?"
"Hamilton? Eww, no!" I replied, and tore the journal back.
"Much more legit?" She spit. "Sounds like crushing to me!"
"Do you even know what that word means?" I retorted, and she didn't answer.
So yah, that's my predicament.
Eisenhower Holt just stopped the van. But he probably won't let me out.
Oops, I was wrong. Bathroom break.
Nimrodel, Signing out.
Today was blah. I got kidnapped.
I guess THIS is why you don't talk to strangers. I started conversing with some Cora woman and now I'm locked in a hotel room.
No windows. Since when were there no windows in hotels? Whatever. I'm extrmely cranky, which is sooo out of character for me. I'm not grouchy .. usually.
Did they kidnap me cuz I'm a Cahill? Well, there ARE thousands of others. Oh well. I'll find out soon.
Uh-oh, Cora's son, Jonah Wizard(yah, I'n being held by a superstar)is coming. Gotta go. Short entry.
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