Journal 2

I woke up to a knock on our door, it was Mr. P. He was bugging us about missing dinner the night before. I decided to be honest with him so maybe he would understand.  I told him how we were swimming in the river, and how we wrestled, then I told him that we saw an amazing sunset that we could not miss out on, how there were friends that we had to see, and how we saw this tree that we had to jump off of. Mr. P did not seem to care that we missed the meal after I finished talking. Mr. P along with other Masters seemed to have loosened up that summer. Gene says it’s partly my fault, because I challenge them but I think it was just the fact that it was summer.  Everyone loosens up in the summertime.  I started getting dressed up for the day and pulled out my favorite pink shirt. Gene made another smart remark he said, “What’s that thing?!” I told him that it’s my emblem and that I was going to wear it for the day. When I put it on he said, “It makes you look like a fairy!”  If you are wondering why I would wear I pink shirt, it’s to celebrate because we bombed Central Europe the other day.  So I wore the shirt for the day and aside from the interested looks I got a couple of people asked me why I was wearing it. Later on Gene and I went to a party where we started talking to Mr.  Patch-Withers. The funny thing is I was wearing the schools tie for my belt! When Mr. Patch-Withers saw it around my waist he seemed angry and asked about it, I told him that it goes with my shirt. Since my shirt represents the celebration of our successful bombing and since our school has to do with the war I felt it was appropriate. Mr. Patch seemed impressed by this and disregarded his earlier anger. We left the party after talking to his wife and him and went on our way to the tree. I asked Gene if he was still afraid to jump. He replied, “There’s something unpleasant about that question, isn’t there?”  As we were climbing I thought of a brilliant idea! We decided to form a society. Gene thought of the name he said that it should be named, “The Suicide Society of the Summer Session.”  We jumped and the Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session had begun.