Hazel Wood Girl Read Online Free
Author: Judy May
fancy again (which for him means no welly-boots) so I just asked him,
‘Which teacher are you going out with?’
He said, ‘Liza’ as he walked out the door, which is no help at all seeing as I don’t know any of the teachers’ first names.
Mum is annoyed because the geese are not laying so many eggs this week. Dad pissed her off more when he said he’d have a word with them about it. Then he made her a coffee and she calmed down. I wish my life was that easily fixed.
DAY SIXTEEN
I saw Barbara’s ridiculously beautiful friend Emma-Jo in town again today.
She was talking to this cute guy with dark eyes and dark hair who is really tall and a bit gangly, like he hasn’t quite grown into himself, and wears a leather jacket and nods a lot when he listens. He has this amazing smile, which I know sounds like a cliché, but he really does. Emma-Jo was so into him, talking his ear off about God knows what. I’m just jealous that it was her talking to a guy, and that she could think of things to say. I would have just stood there like a lemon. Which reminds me, I put the lemon in my hair yesterday and it has sort of worked a bit, but not so as you’d notice.
Dad said we had to get rid of the rabbit as it ate all the carrots in the kitchen garden. I told him we didn’t have a rabbit and he was all surprised. Dads are not good about pets, ages, clothes, birthdays or friends’ names. I suggested that maybe Adam was giving bunches of carrots to his new girlfriend instead of bunches of flowers.
I found out that it’s Miss Dobbs the supply teacher he’s seeing, so it’s almost like she’s not really a teacher at my school because she was only there for two weeks this term, and then was at other schools further away when their versions of Mr Hackett the history teacher got their versions of ulcerated hernias.
I have been writing this to stop myself running down to the Hazel Wood in case there is no note for me and I’ll be all disappointed like some starving puppy with a rubber bone. But now if I wait any longer I will rupture my head, so I have to go see.
***
Cool, brilliant and excellent, and not necessarily in that order. There was a note and it said that I carried out the mission admirably . I like that. My new task is 1) make something for someone, 2) have a conversation with someone new, 3) fix something I have broken.
I am going to make a welcome card for Mrs Hooper, talk to little Sammy-boy (who is now hanging out around the farm every day), and maybe fix the handle back on the mug I broke when I tried to make gravy in it on Mum’s birthday.
I called JL again and hung up again. One more time and I’m on track for a criminal record.
DAY SEVENTEEN
Drawing’s not my thing, but Mrs Hooper loved her welcome-to-the neighbourhood card. Sammy-boy was actually there in the kitchen with his mum so I had a quick chat, where I just asked him a bunch of questions and he said yes or no or mumbled. That took care of the ‘conversation with someone new’ bit of it.
I fixed the mug too, but I don’t really think that’s what the note meant. So I phoned Mindy and asked her did she want me to look after anything of hers while she was away, like water her plant or wash some clothes. She was really surprised and said ‘no thanks’, and then she had to go kayaking. But I know I wasn’t very nice to her the last time we spoke, so now I feel like I fixed that. I will now write it all up and run down to the Hazel Wood.
DAY EIGHTEEN
On the way back through the town from fetching the cattle-feed in the jeep with Dad, I saw that tall, smiley, dark-haired guy again, this time on his own. I know he doesn’t go to our school so maybe he is just here visiting relatives for a week. Hopefully he has nothing to do with the Grangers on the Egg Farm. Even driving past the Egg Farm makes me feel like I’ve caught something; it’s so manky, with rubbish everywhere. The poor hens must be miserable!
Going with Dad meant I
‘Which teacher are you going out with?’
He said, ‘Liza’ as he walked out the door, which is no help at all seeing as I don’t know any of the teachers’ first names.
Mum is annoyed because the geese are not laying so many eggs this week. Dad pissed her off more when he said he’d have a word with them about it. Then he made her a coffee and she calmed down. I wish my life was that easily fixed.
DAY SIXTEEN
I saw Barbara’s ridiculously beautiful friend Emma-Jo in town again today.
She was talking to this cute guy with dark eyes and dark hair who is really tall and a bit gangly, like he hasn’t quite grown into himself, and wears a leather jacket and nods a lot when he listens. He has this amazing smile, which I know sounds like a cliché, but he really does. Emma-Jo was so into him, talking his ear off about God knows what. I’m just jealous that it was her talking to a guy, and that she could think of things to say. I would have just stood there like a lemon. Which reminds me, I put the lemon in my hair yesterday and it has sort of worked a bit, but not so as you’d notice.
Dad said we had to get rid of the rabbit as it ate all the carrots in the kitchen garden. I told him we didn’t have a rabbit and he was all surprised. Dads are not good about pets, ages, clothes, birthdays or friends’ names. I suggested that maybe Adam was giving bunches of carrots to his new girlfriend instead of bunches of flowers.
I found out that it’s Miss Dobbs the supply teacher he’s seeing, so it’s almost like she’s not really a teacher at my school because she was only there for two weeks this term, and then was at other schools further away when their versions of Mr Hackett the history teacher got their versions of ulcerated hernias.
I have been writing this to stop myself running down to the Hazel Wood in case there is no note for me and I’ll be all disappointed like some starving puppy with a rubber bone. But now if I wait any longer I will rupture my head, so I have to go see.
***
Cool, brilliant and excellent, and not necessarily in that order. There was a note and it said that I carried out the mission admirably . I like that. My new task is 1) make something for someone, 2) have a conversation with someone new, 3) fix something I have broken.
I am going to make a welcome card for Mrs Hooper, talk to little Sammy-boy (who is now hanging out around the farm every day), and maybe fix the handle back on the mug I broke when I tried to make gravy in it on Mum’s birthday.
I called JL again and hung up again. One more time and I’m on track for a criminal record.
DAY SEVENTEEN
Drawing’s not my thing, but Mrs Hooper loved her welcome-to-the neighbourhood card. Sammy-boy was actually there in the kitchen with his mum so I had a quick chat, where I just asked him a bunch of questions and he said yes or no or mumbled. That took care of the ‘conversation with someone new’ bit of it.
I fixed the mug too, but I don’t really think that’s what the note meant. So I phoned Mindy and asked her did she want me to look after anything of hers while she was away, like water her plant or wash some clothes. She was really surprised and said ‘no thanks’, and then she had to go kayaking. But I know I wasn’t very nice to her the last time we spoke, so now I feel like I fixed that. I will now write it all up and run down to the Hazel Wood.
DAY EIGHTEEN
On the way back through the town from fetching the cattle-feed in the jeep with Dad, I saw that tall, smiley, dark-haired guy again, this time on his own. I know he doesn’t go to our school so maybe he is just here visiting relatives for a week. Hopefully he has nothing to do with the Grangers on the Egg Farm. Even driving past the Egg Farm makes me feel like I’ve caught something; it’s so manky, with rubbish everywhere. The poor hens must be miserable!
Going with Dad meant I
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