I fear that summer is not passing fast enough for me. Though I hate schoolwork and getting up early, it is far better to do something constructive than say, cleaning for three hours… out of a sad need to entertain myself. Sure, my room was looking dreadful, but it could have lasted without seeing a vacuum for at least three more months. On the bright side, I did find some pretty baubles, a few scented erasers, and my favorite of all, a remote control car I got for Christmas when I was eight or nine. Much to my satisfaction, after a few new batteries and a couple of smart knocks to the side, my little tool of annoyance sprung to life. My first victim was Pa, who was busy doing whatever it is he does secretly in the office. Twenty consecutive circles around his desk and accidental bumps to his foot later, I had to scramble back up to my room before the scolding began.

Hms, maybe I should begin my charms making again…
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