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    SUNDAY JUNE 2
    MY ROOM, MIDNIGHT
    Outfit: I have changed over 30 times today and I still don’t know what to wear tomorrow. oh, and there’s the little issue of packing for the next three months away from home.
    Mood: should I be a little sadder that I’m leaving for the summer? maybe, but I’m too excited.

    other than tito, evan, mom, and the dance studio (they were pissed, not that I really cared. I mean, hello $40,000!), I haven’t told anyone about my summer plans. Tito’s the only friend I hang out with anyway. The rest of them will find out through the grapevine or something. besides, as soon as darcy barnes said, “I looove your tank!!” my entire focus has been on leaving tomorrow.
    evan hasn’t spoken to me since the car ride home yesterday. after I told him that I got an offer from the It’s Darcy!! people, he basically ignored me. I guess that’s just his way. he doesn’t want me to go and this is his way of telling me. dude is pretty sensitive. anyway he was there when I signed on for the last time from home.
    SlipKnotRules933111: can you give me a ride to OzzFest on Wednesday?
    KellyKelSoCal321: evan. I won’t be here. I told you. I’m leaving tomorrow.
    SlipKnotRules933111: ok
    KellyKelSoCal321: i’m sorry. i’m going to miss you a lot
    SlipKnotRules933111: whatever. it’s not like I need you for a ride anyway. i’m not helpless. it’s not like I have some walkathon disease or anything.
    Then he signed off.
    I’m worried about him. The only thing he has going for him at the moment is that martino “corrective” school for ex-con teens he’s in. turns out he’s like a genius. the kid’s already finished 11th grade physics, and he got an A. I got a D, barely. he’s going to start taking college classes next year in architecture. one day an arsonist, the next an architect. go figure. I guess they understand him there. which is good cause nobody else seems to.
    the only thing about the Martino School is the cost. it’s way more than we can afford. Carl paid for the semester that Evan took last year, and he never lets any of us forget it. I would love it if we didn’t have to take his money.
    speaking of money, did I mention that I’ll be making a couple of bucks this summer? or, I mean, $40,000 for three months!!!???!!?!?! sorry, I guess I already mentioned that.
    anyway I think i’ll save some money for evan. it could help free up my mom to get out of this carl situation.
    I’m crashing now. Eileen said there was a car coming tomorrow at 10 AM to take me to LA. a car? how about a jet? ha ha. just kidding I’m not that much of a diva. YET. ha ha.
    MONDAY JUNE 3
    ON THE WAY TO LA, 11:30 AM
    Outfit: track pants, evan’s Insane Clown Posse tee (not that I’m a fan or anything but for some reason I feel brave in it)
    Hair: tito gave me braids last night so I just left ’em in.
    Mood: a little weepy. I just left home. trying to be brave but, well, kinda weepy.
    Fortune: Welcome luck whenever it appears.

    The car came for me this morning at 10. i think that was the first time evan got that i was actually going. he came up from the basement, stuck his head out the garage door, goes “bye,” then turned around and went back in. i feel really bad. but he’ll be ok. plus I have my laptop so we’ll definitely talk.
    thank god the twins were at their pre-tween modeling class when I left. carl was watering the bushes out front. I heard him yell, “where’s she going?” just before I slammed the door.
    Mom is the only one who actually walked me to the car. she loves to take moments like these and pretend she’s in a Lifetime made-for-television movie. she took a little breath. then exhaled. I didn’t know if she was going to say something or just keep staring. her eyes kept darting back and