Holt
WINTER
WEEK 1
Boys dont write in journals,
unless its court-ordered.
At least, this is what Ive figured.
I
I have
I have nothing
to say.
Adjudicated delinquent.
I had to look up how to spell that.
Three times.
I dont feel like a delinquent
and I dont know what adjudicated means
(even after looking it up).
Sounds like a kung fu move.
I adjudicated you in your face!
HI-YA
WEEK 2
How do you let yourself
become a probation officer?
Is there a school for that?
A diploma?
Congrats, James, you have graduated
and are now
a complete
tool.
James recommends
not writing any more things
like that last thing.
Otherwise
the judge will get mad.
Who knew my probation officer
could read my journal?
I would like it on record that that isnt fair.
Do you hear me, James?
Do you hear me, Mrs. Bainbridge?
Do you hear me, Judge?
A personal journal is very crowded
with so many eyes.
James on Monday.
Mrs. Bainbridge on Tuesday.
School every day.
Home every day.
Nowhere else unless Mom is with me.
Thats the schedule, Journal.
Got it?
Its pretty simple.
Like a court-ordered cage,
with a Mom-shaped lock.
WEEK 3
James says I should take that last part out.
You better be sorry, he says
when he throws this journal into my chest
looking mad and disappointed.
A look they must give tests on
at Probation Officer University.
This is not a joke, Timothy.
Theyll throw you in juvie so fast
your head will spin.
I mouth the words when he says them.
He doesnt like that.
But he needs new words.
He wont like it that I wrote that, either.
Oh, well.
Hey, James?
Suck it.
James.
Mrs. B.
I know youre reading, so listen up.
Im thinking you guys dont know anything
about anything.
No offense.
But if youre going to understand what Im
talking about
in this dumb journal
Im going to need to explain some things
to your dumb faces.
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No offense.
There are just so many things you have to understand
before you can really understand.
Understand?
So I can tell you about that day
that stealing day
but youre never going to know
what was going on in my head
because I dont know what was going on in my head
all I do know is what was going on in my life.
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It must.
Because Levi chokes a lot.
When he chokes we use the suction machine
and it is so loud
like a jackhammer drinking a Slurpee.
It sucks all of the gunk out of the tube in his neck
so Levi can breathe easy again.
He always looks so relieved.
I wonder how that feels?
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WEEK 4
James says I need to talk more about that day.
Your journal, he says,
in that eye-rolly way they must teach at
Probation Officer University,
is to prove you are reflecting on what you did,
to prove house arrest is working,
to prove you dont need juvie to set you straight.
It is court-ordered, Timothy.
You know what that means, right?
And thats when I shout,
Im doing it, right?
Im writing in it, OK?
He nods and looks kind of bored.
And I wonder, again, how this ever happened.
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That day.
Always in my head.
Wont go away.
Always in the mirror.
Written on my face.
That day.
When the guys wallet was next to the credit card
swiper thing
at the checkout
and the manager and the guy looked out the window
at the car crash outside of the grocery store.
My breath came fast.
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WEEK 5
James frowned.
His little pig eyes narrowed.
Better, but not great, he said.
Show more feelings, he said.
Prove youre not a sociopath, he said.
You prove youre not a sociopath, I said,
slamming the journal shut
almost as hard as my heart slammed into my ribs.
YOU prove it.
You dont have to call me names, James.
Is making me feel worse part of your job?
Part of what they teach at
Probation Officer University?
I dont even know what sociopath means
but I know Im not one.
Im just a kid.
Im just a kid.
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Hypothetically speaking,
what would happen if Jos does my math homework?
If I fail math will the judge get mad?
Could I go to juvie?
You know what should be on my math homework?
Q: What is 3 + 1?
A: The number of hours Timothy slept last night.
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You know,
the problem with babies is that you cant hate them.
You can try.
I tried.
But they have these fuzzy soft heads,
they have slurpy smiles.
Even when you stick out your tongue
or make a mean face
or give them a poke with your finger
they still have slurpy smiles.
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WEEK 6
Mrs. Bainbridge called that last part of the journal
a breakthrough.
I dont know about that.
Maybe she said that because I never talk in her office
so she was excited to see so many feeling words
all on one page.
I dont feel like Ive broken through anything, though.
Really.
Maybe some things have broken through me?
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WEEK 7
James says there are no rules for this journal.
That is more confusing than a wide receiver
throwing a pass, James.
(If I talk in football language, Mrs. B,
maybe James will understand more of my words.)
For weeks it has been:
Talk more about that day, Timothy.
Tell us how you feel, Timothy.
Make sure we know youre not a nutjob, Timothy.
And now its There are no rules?
Grown-ups are the worst.
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WEEK 8
I wasnt in juvie very long,
just there to be
processed
and
judged.
But it felt like ages
eons
eternities
stars imploded and were reborn
new planets formed
there was a supernova of shame
growing inside me
and I thought maybe rays of blinding light
would shoot from my fingers
as they were pressed onto the fancy inkless pad
and my fingerprints
joined the other galaxies of whorls and swirls
trapped in time.
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My mom is late.
Shell be right here.
My standard lie for new night nurses.
Mom will be here when her shift ends.
In three hours.
This nurse plopped down a Big Gulp
right on Moms coffee table.
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I know.
But shes bad.
Real bad.
OK.
Sorry.
I know.
I KNOW.
Bye.
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