The Creature from my Closet
By Obert Skye
Henry Holt and Company Copyright © 2013 Obert Skye
All rights reserved.
LET ME FILL YOU IN
Okay, here's the deal —
Beginning with an apology is probably not the best way to start this book, but I think it's the smart thing to do. That way when you get to the part where I messed up, I can just remind you I already said I'm sorry and you might give me a break.
Before I tell you what I'm sorry about, it might be wise to fill you in on a few other things. If you're new to my journals and drawings, you probably don't know my name. Well, it's ...
My mom is the only one who calls me by my full name, and that's only when she's really ticked off. The rest of the time she calls me Ribert. Most people call me Rob. I'm a student at Softrock Middle School in a town called Temon. Our school's a little behind the times. According to my principal we just barely got our own Facebook page.
Principal Smelt's a pretty good principal. He plays the pan flute and is in a two-man band named Leftover Angst. Still, I'm not adding my school as a friend on Facebook. I just don't want anyone to see how boring my page is or that my only friend at the moment is my father.
I have a pretty normal family. Of course you couldn't tell that from our last family photo. The photographer arranged us in an awkward way, and my little brother, Tuffin, kept lifting his shirt. So now it looks like Libby is showing the world her stomach.
It's my favorite family picture ever. My older sister hates it, but Libby hates a lot of things. The only thing she truly likes is herself. And if you ask her what she's into she always answers ...
Tuffin's not really into himself, he's more into mischief. Lately he's been slipping strange things into the sandwiches I bring to school for lunch.
My mom tells me to be thankful for the cute things that Tuffin does.
I like Tuffin, but it's hard to feel thankful after biting into a peanut butter and rubber band sandwich. I guess my mom has to say things like that though. She's a mom — a mom who spends a lot of her time taking naps on the couch. She's almost always wearing her robe, and she claims that having children makes her tired. That's probably true, but how much effort does it take to give me orders while I'm trying to sneak away to hang out with my friends? (Continues...)
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