Seems like we are not yet ready to put out to pasture. Our core writers are returning now that Diana and Morgan and Rochelle have vanquished those bully hackers and disinfected the swing set. Once you do it with A Word with You Press you don’t EVER go back. Good to see you back, Karla. Say hello to the gang, and gang, say hello to Karla, entering our contest You Didn’t Write That. And we’ve got a few in the chute behind her. To enter to win a dinner date with the editor-in-chief (that would be Moi) at the Macdonald’s of your choice within a three mile radius of the towers that are A Word with You Press (or some kuhl trophy yet to be determined), pull down the contests from the menu bar, and see what you can do.
By Karla Onstott
“You didn’t write that . . tell me you didn’t write that.”
Janie was looking right at me with a look that said she could fall apart or burst into tears or slap me. Maybe all three.
“We said we wouldn’t get mad when we read it.”
“Easy for you to say when no one wrote anything negative on your page.”
I shrugged. What do you say? Maybe my page was blank because no one wanted to slam the person who thought to start the slam book. Either that or people really do like me and have nothing to say. Weird as it sounds, I was kind of looking forward to seeing some mean thing scrawled in there. Maybe so I could join my fellow students who all had at least one cruel thing written down on their pages. Having absolutely nothing on my page was frankly a little boring.
“It looked like your writing,” Janie huffed.
“Why would I write, ‘Janie is a fat cow’ when I’m bigger than you! Anyways, I’m smart enough to change my handwriting, duh.”
She rolled her eyes. Better than bursting into tears.
“Ladies? Principal Handle will see you now.”
Great, here we go.