For breakfast every day I have the same thing to eat. I make one piece of toast for me and one piece for David. David lives in Riley Street, which is about a five minute walk from our place. I pick him up on the way to school. His house is a bigger place than ours, but he has more people to squeeze in. He lives with his mother and father and his little brother Ron, who is three. There is also his grandfather, and his grandfathers’ girlfriend, Rhonda, who doesn’t always sleep over, and there is also his Aunty who is just called Aunty. She sits in a wheelchair all day long and says nothing. She doesn’t smile; I’ve tried to make her. She has thin fuzzy hair that sticks out. Her part is very crooked, not down the center of her head at all and her eyes don’t look straight at you but are definitely staring at something. She wears summer dresses with pictures of flowers on them, even when it is cold.

David and all of his people live above a chicken shop which also sells ducks. The ducks are hung up like tinsel in the windows, along a piece of string. It reminds me of the string we used to decorate our Christmas tree with that had all different colored pop corn along it. The chickens are baking in the windows, and are lying flat instead of being hung up like the ducks. Whenever we pass by that window I look at myself in the mirror. I like the way I look with my school bag on. This is the first year James has ever bought me a real school bag with the real logo on it and everything.

I have decorated the straps of my bag with badges. James says that everyone has to collect something. I know what he means. It gives you something to think about. It was easy for me to decide what to collect. I decided to be a badge collector when my sister gave me my first badge two years ago when I turned eight. It was pinned to my birthday card and had on it a picture of a mermaid eating a piece of cake. I like that mermaid. I would like to have such long hair and spend a fair bit of time in the water. Fish seem friendly and are all kinds of colours.

I have seventy four badges altogether. I collect them from the book shop on Clarence Street which has very tiny small badges in a wicker cane basket on the counter for free. Sometimes you can find a funny slogan. My favorite one is bright yellow and says Holy Cow Not The Steak in big green letters. David’s favorite badge of mine is the one with a picture of a gun on it. One time my gun badge went missing. David said he didn’t take it but then he was crying the next day all the way to school and when I asked him why he was crying he just threw the gun badge at the ground and it landed near my feet.

David doesn’t have anything that he collects really but he pretends to. It changes every week. One week he is obsessed about spoons and the next week its marbles. Then he is obsessed about sticks. Now he spends all of lunchtime driving me crazy looking for the best sticks. I wait for him on the rock. There are no other kids who want to sit on the rock because there are so many ants. But they don’t bite me. I ask them not to and they listen although their ears are so small. They keep me company and I give them sultanas or sandwich crumbs while we wait for David to come back with his sticks.



Joined December 2008

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