Today at school Mrs. Castaneda taught us all about stealing a car. I was pretty great at it.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of charred 2x4s for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Marty told one about a ghost named Raven who haunted the guy who stole his rose butt. Bobby was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally nifty.