Dear Notepad,
As you can tell by the date, four more days until Christmas. Actually, three days and 1½ hours. And I have school tomorrow. I’m up to 9 L.M. Montgomery books and I renewed 3 from the public library. There’s a new one in the stores called Story Girl that looks real good. And there are 3 others that I know of that I haven’t checked out of the library yet. I see lost futures when I think of the talents I might have had as a kid but wasted. Art classes and Writing practice, Choir and Advanced Math courses. These were wasted and ruined in St. Bart’s. I got Sarah a 3-piece outfit: A yellow sweatshirt (with a pattern), a pair of jeans with rolled-up cuffs that match the pattern on the sweatshirt, and a jean jacket-vest (no sleaves). I also got Sarah a box of 8 large crayons for beginners. I got some small gifts for everyone else except the guys. I haven’t found anything for them yet. News flash: ¡Sarah’s getting hair! We sold 3 of McKensie’s puppies for $20.00 and gave the last one to Francis for Christmas. Not long after the 5 were born, one froze outside after it managed to climb out of the doghouse and couldn’t get back in. Her name (after she died) was Fern. I called her that because after we buried her between Bear and King, I put large ferns on her grave and decided every time I visit her in the warm months, I’d bring her a fern. Of the four left there were 3 boys and 1 girl. Susie’s was the girl and she was Tanya. She was brown (sort of light) and medium size. Angie’s was Bernard. He was one of the last to go. He got his name from his face, which looked like a St. Bernard’s. He was very big and was white, black, and brown. Mine was Gilbert (from Anne of Green Gables); he was the littlest and had diff. shades of brown on him (all shades were dirty brown) and he was a little darker than Tanya. Francis got Casey. We were all a little glad to see him go. He was a lot like Joey (probably because he was Joey’s dog). He was always getting into trouble. He broke our basement door and opened 2 of the presents under the Christmas tree (both were mine). He would go to the bathroom where ever he pleased and he would scratch and bite when you played with him. I must get to bed now (¡2 more days of school!). Until I write again: ¡Adiós!
¡Chiao!
¡Hasta luego!
¡Hasta pronto!
¡Hasta la vista!
¡Fue un placer!
‘Bye!
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