Bradley's Blog

I walked into the kitchen to get some orange juice.  My step-dad, reading the newspaper in the living room, looked up at me and asked, “Do you feel as bad as you look?”  I had just gotten out of the shower and tried to make myself look better.  I thought I was looking pretty nice.  I even had pants on.

I hate being sick.  I think I’m gonna make mom take me to the doctor tomorrow.  On top of being sick, I have blood surrounding the upper half of my left knee.  I can’t sit down properly because of it.