How do you explain to your parents that your flute is broken? It makes me feel...well, horrible. Though my band teacher says I didn't do anything to it, that there is a part missing from it getting snagged on something. It still plays but it's really hard and I am breathless after a few notes of playing. My band instructor said it's called a air leak. Great. Just great! How am I supposed to tell my parents? They will be so angry. Maybe I can get my teacher to e-mail my Dad or something, so I don't have to deal with that.
Anyway, my science teacher says I need a note! A note to take home his hamster, Little Bear, over the weekend. I love that cute little brown hamster. He says he isn't sure it's a girl or boy, but he's pretty sure it's a girl. So, he just calls it a goyle. Interesting, right? My Grandpa calls my sister and I goyles. I never understood.
My parents broke the news last night. We aren't planning on going to Holden Beach, NC this year. It's a family tradition, and we aren't going. I LOVE GOING THERE. We go on late night walks on the beach and I always keep my eyes out for red lights. Red lights are flashlights covered with a red cloth so that Sea Turtles don't get distracted to the light and go into the dunes towards the houses instead of the ocean. I am a huge sea turtle fan. I get a turtle shirt every year. This just isn't fair! How can I not see my cousins and collect seashells? What about the dolphins dancing on the water with their silver slick bodies? What about cool sharks and people crowding? Or or...but but.
NOT FAIR! IT JUST ISN'T FAIR! I'm so upset. I love checking all the little shops and everything and going over the big bridge. Sure I'd love to go to Shenandoah, but this place really is growing on me. I'm so upset. UGH!