I don’t know what I’ve done. When I go into her room she says, ‘I’m busy, Jeremy.’ Yesterday was so hot, but she wouldn’t take me to the pool. ‘It’s the only place we’ll be safe,’ I said. ‘The man on the radio told us we’re having a heat shave.’ ‘I’m busy,’ she said. What I want to know is, how can she be so busy lying on her bed? Maybe she doesn’t like me because I wear a helmet. Sam Underwood at school said I should be locked up. Why? Only bad robbers are locked up. I haven’t hurt anyone. I told Sam that helmets protect you against flying objects, but he wouldn’t listen. No one listens to me. They’re all too busy. I feel sorry for Sam Underwood, really. If he only knew what I know, he’d wear protection gear, too. Before Callisto stopped liking me, she told me something. She said the earth is growing all the time. Every second, thousands of little pieces of iron and stone called meteors fall onto our planet. She said the pieces are no bigger than pinheads.
