Great, it’s almost 2 in the morning. I have to get up at the butt crack of dawn to be over at the barn and I’m wide awake thanks to Jess. Really not looking forward to tomorrow. Vee has been in a pissy mood all week because she has to go Washington to deliver Prophet. I asked Jack what’s up with her, and he wouldn’t say anything except that she has bad memories of the place. Now Jess is being a super B, too, just because she has to try out for that dance school. What a shame they don’t just take her for her incredible perfection, sight-unseen, like she probably expects. I think she’s doing something to make herself sick. This is the second time I heard her vomit up her guts since she got picked to try out. And I don’t buy her story that it’s nerves. I could look around in the bathroom, in case she’s using something. Mom’s not home yet, either. Great, I’ll be creeping around looking for pills for two headcases now. Oh, and skipped my first class ever today with Kevyn-with-a-Y. But so worth it.
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