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CHAPTER 3

A
t dinner, my mom told me something I definitely didn’t

want to agree with.
“Gigi, I’m going to have to take the stuff you bought.”

“What? Why?” I dropped my fork on my plate.
“Because you don’t need it. I’ve told you several times.”

“No. I’m not taking it away.”

“You’re not the one taking it away—I am. It’s not your choice.”
“But it’s my stuff, and I bought it with my own money! It’s not fair

that you get to take it away like that.”
“Gigi, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. You could have thought

about not buying it, and you wouldn’t be in that much trouble.”

“Ugh!”
I got out of my chair and went back upstairs. I went to bed and

started crying again. I didn’t want my summer or school year to be like
this. All I wanted was to buy my own stuff for school, hang out with

my best friend, and have a good time with my family in this new city.
Not this—having my mom buy my school stuff (which is not cool

and so common), my best friend betraying me, and a horrible day with

my family.
Anyway, later in the day, as I was writing in my diary, Mom

knocked on the door and asked,
“Can I come in?”