![]() ![]() Getting back to the story, though, I do trust one other person. The picture credit goes to Leonardo the Silent. That's me, by the way, arriving at "prison"-also known as Hills Village Middle School-in Jules's SUV. The truth is, I don't know who I can trust. That's why it's so hard for me to find people I can trust. If you're not in middle school yet, you'll understand soon enough.īut let's face it: Understanding me-I mean, really understanding me and my nutty life-isn't so easy. ![]() If you've ever been a middle schooler, you understand already. So anyway, ta-da, here it is, book fans, and all of you in need of AR points at school, the true autobio of my life so far. I need to work myself up to tell you that disaster story. More on the unfortunate Village Police incident later. Now, there's a pathetic family portrait you don't want to be a part of, believe me. It feels as honest as the day is crummy that I begin this tale of total desperation and woe with me, my pukey sister, Georgia, and Leonardo the Silent sitting like rotting sardines in the back of a Hills Village Police Department cruiser. ![]()
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