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California Diaries #14: Amalia, Diary Three
    Ann M. Martin
    Interior illustrations by Stieg Retlin
    ISBN 0-439-09548-1
    Copyright © 2000 by Ann M. Martin.
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    Printed in the U.S.A.
    First Scholastic printing, April 2000
    The author gratefully acknowledges Peter Lerangis for his help in preparing this manuscript.
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    Tuesday, 5/25
    I knew it, Nbook.
    Did I predict it or what?
    When Maggie tells me about meeting Tyler Kendall and informs me that she HATES him, do I believe her?
    No way.
    Fact: For Maggie, “I hate Tyler” means “I hate Hollywood” means “I hate the fact that Dad is Hayden Blume the famous producer who works seven days a week and never comes home until midnight.”
    Fact: Tyler’s OK. Fact: He likes her. Fact: He doesn’t give up so easily.

    So now she’s singing a different tune.
    It’s good to see Maggie so happy.
    And not just because of Tyler.
    She’s kicking the anorexia. I can tell.
    I predicted that too. And I was right.
    Wednesday, 5/26
    As for me? Thanks for asking, Nbook.
    Haven’t felt better.
    It’s a little scary.

    Sunny is an inspiration, Nbook.
    Her mom’s death hit her hard. But she’s pulling herself together. Somehow.
    I admire her.
    I admire all my friends.
    How did I get so lucky?
    Maggie’s here. Time to go.
    Thursday, 5/27
    Lunch
    Big news. Double date tomorrow night. Same as late time. Me and Brendan, Maggie and Tyler (I guess “double date” isn’t the right term. Tyler and Maggie are the Real Thing, boyfriend-girlfriend. Way ahead of us. Call it a date and a half. Whatever.)
    I just hope people don’t drool all over him again. (Tyler, that is. Not Brendan. He’s not the movie star — although he could be. But that’s another conversation.)
    Sorry about the chocolate shake stain. (Guess I shouldn’t open you during lunch.)
    Don’t you love parenthesises parentheses? (Yes.)

4:47
    Stupid, stupid, stupid.
    Why do I bother telling Isabel about my personal life?
    Why do I let her see me happy?
    Here’s what happens.

    Must be tough to be perfect.

7:35
    Maggie comes over just before dinner tonight. Last-minute thing. Says Zeke is at a friend’s, her dad’s at work (as usual), and her mom’s “out.”
    She’s not feeling too great. Says she feels tense all the time.
    As we’re talking, I hear Simon Big Tooth Lover Boy’s old car pull up. Then I hear him downstairs in the kitchen with Isabel.
    And she’s explaining her homework to him.
    Yes, that homework. Which she does early because she’s so responsible. …
    What a phony.
    Friday, 5/28
    Study hall
    Flash: Brendan has a new shirt and shoes. (Yes, Nbook, the Boy Who Hates to Shop. The boy who claims his faded amber Grateful Dead T-shirt is actually white. Translation: It was white when his dad wore it in 1982.)
    Well, the clothes are a pleasant surprise. So is the haircut.
    When I notice the cuts on his cheek, though, I become suspicious. I ask who scratched him, and he says, “I shaved.”
    “Shaved what?” I ask.

    He does not see the humor.
    Guess I have to look at this from his point of view. I mean, if I were a guy soon to be on a double date and the other guy on that date was Tyler Kendall, wouldn’t I be nervous about my appearance?
    I tell him not to worry. He doesn’t have to be a hunk. I like him just the way he is.
    He says, “I’m not a hunk?”
    I pretend to think about it.
    He still doesn’t see the humor.
    Poor soul.
    Late late late late so-o-o-o late
    I’m back. I’m alive. I’m awake.
    How was my night?
    I might as well have been in outer space.
    That’s what it felt like. A trip to Pluto.
    NOTE TO SELF: Learn from experience. Bring rugged