J.A.M.
By: Wesley Lewis
Entry 18
I’m not sure what to do. Phillip was all I could dream about last night. I just can’t figure out why I’m so damn jealous of this new neighbor. I think his name was Benji. Wonderful he cute and has a dog’s name. OK that was mean, but who the hell else is going to read this anyway. He’s supposed to bring him over today. This morning when I woke up I heard a commotion in the kitchen. When I got there, thee stood my two guardians covered head to toe