Sunday; sooo boooringg! So far today, all I've done is go to church. It was okay I guess. Me and Margie made farting noises whenever Father Collins sat down, which was pretty funny. Then I made my brother cry when I stole his piece of Christ and ate it myself. Mum was pretty angry about that.
Now I'm just hanging around on the front lawn; it's pretty sunny out. I've just sent Margie inside to find something for us to eat. I think I see Libby walking up the road towards me. She lives eleven houses down; we counted one day. She's also in some of my classes at school.
She just called out to me; "Hey, Glitter-Dragon!" she said. That's what I've got people calling me now, Glitter-Dragon, or GD for short, because I am totally the QUEEN of all things fantasy.
Hey, know what I think I should do? I should start a fantasy club! And everyone can be called something different. Like, Margie can be called...umm, Sparkle-Dragon. Well, that's a bit too close to my name, isn't it? No, she can be called...Rusty-Dragon or something. And if Lucy joins she can be called Tattle-Dragon (that's if I even let her join).
Oh, Libby has finally got here and Margie is back with a tub of icecream. Doesn't look like she's brought anything for herself to eat.