You-know-who stays away from me, probably because she knows I could always grab her hair again! Sometimes, across the classroom or playground, I see her and her friends looking in my direction with their faces scrunched up like unfriendly weasels, but that’s way better than picking on me. Dad grounds me, sort of, for saying the bad word in Recreational Wellness. He actually makes me do all my chores (instead of doing them halfway), and I can’t use our tablet for drawing or playing games. But it’s not so bad; I spend the extra time with my millipedes. I add twigs and grass from the backyard to their terrarium to make it a real home. I learn online that there are both boy and girl millipedes and, using a magnifying glass to look at their private parts, I discover that Millie is a boy. The one I named Marty is a girl. I think so anyway. It’s hard to tell because everything’s so small. I also watch them crawl around in their box and chew on little pieces of apple and banana. Because millipedes have weak mouth parts, Dad and I had to slice and peel the food, then leave it out for a couple of days.
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