This story is a sequel to the Twisted Mirror, taking place a little less than 20 years later.  If you haven’t read it, read it!  Well, you don’t have to, but I highly recommend it. March 27, 2020

            I’ve always loved to write, so I guess this journal will probably help me with writing techniques or something.  One of my dad’s friends gave it to me for my birthday last year, and just found it while cleaning my room.  Nothing fun ever happens to me, but I hope I’ll stumble on something interesting.  If not, the people I’m surrounded with could provide a few laughs.

            My dad’s friend who gave this to me told me to write about my miracles in it.  Whatever that means.  Lucky Johnson, Dad’s friend, is pretty crazy.  He always says that she’s been through so much that I can’t blame her for her issues.  She is very dramatic; she always tells me how much I resemble my mom before bursting into tears and crying with her mom, Evelyn Prentice, who’s in her 70s and has lost it like her daughter has.

            I guess I should introduce myself.  I’m Kendall Jessica Perry.  I’m 14 and in the ninth grade.  I don’t have much in the way of family; I have a dad, Benjamin Perry, and a whole crew of aunts and uncles and cousins. 

As for a mom, I have no clue as to who she is.  Apparently, she suffered from serious heart problems, so Dad is constantly rushing me to cardiologists.  Her doctor told her that she wouldn’t live to see her 27th birthday, so she decided to have me before she died.  That’s all they’ll tell me, and I don’t even know if that much is true.  I also have learned through Lucky’s and Evelyn’s weeping that I look a lot like my mom.

I feel sorry for her if she looked like me.  I mean, I’m not completely ugly, but I’m no supermodel, to say the least.  I have my dad’s brown eyes – they’re okay.  The rest of my face isn’t all that, and don’t even get me started on the rest of my body.  And my hair – it’s too thick to do anything with!  It’s long and black, which is unbearable in the summer.  Dad won’t let me cut it too short.  I don’t understand why.  “You’re all I have left of your mother!” is his excuse.  Then he’ll call Alana and ask her to talk some sense into me.

Alana Jersey is not crazy like Lucky, but she can be just as annoying, if not more so.  She thinks she’s my mom or something (and she very well could be, considering that I have no clue who my mom is).  She constantly tries to keep me in line, and Dad recruited her to have those “important talks” with me once I hit the fourth grade.  We actually were pretty close until the first lecture on puberty – now I can’t stand her.  Instead of lecturing me about what I imagine normal parents lecture about, she lectured me about not becoming physically involved with a guy until I’m old enough and have known him for a long time (like a fourth grader cares about any of that).  I bet that she did something awful once and doesn’t want me to do the same thing.  She likes to describe what I’m not to do by saying, “I don’t want another Lucky all over again.”  Yeah, sure, whatever that means.

Alana, besides being my official overprotector, is pretty careless.  I found out everything that I know about my mom because she slipped up and mentioned her.  Alana has also gotten me in trouble numerous times for similar reasons, like the time she let me go to a boy/girl party that I was forbidden to go to and then “accidentally” told Dad.

Dad’s friends are so fun to torment, though.  They all live right around here.  Alana runs a dance school (those were torturous days when I was forced to take classes there), and my dad’s other friends work for his record company, Mistletoe Records.  I don’t know where that weird name came from. 

My dad has other strange friends, his guy friends.  There’s odd Matthew Johnson, who is married to Lucky.  He’s the most feminine man I’ve ever met.  He’s fidgety, too.  He is unable to sit still.  He gossips with the girls while blinking and twitching and fidgeting. 

Then there’s dear Craig Barlick, whose job at Mistletoe Records is basically to sit around all day and do nothing.  He doesn’t have a house, so he lives with us.  He isn’t married, but he’s dating Alana.  They act like they’re my age with the way they flirt, not that I’m allowed to date until I’m as old as Evelyn is.  They are always fighting because Craig is interested in other girls and Alana is interested in my dad (which is why she wants to be like my mom).  But they’re even weirder when they aren’t fighting.  They’re always off in places where they think I can’t find them so that they can make out (heaven forbid I should see them kiss – I might be corrupted!).  Not that it’s hard to find them.  Alana giggles like crazy whenever they’re alone.

I am surrounded by crazies!

However, all I have to do is sing a single note and they all go running off to cry.  I’ve always been told that I have a beautiful voice, but I suffer from really bad stage fright.  I’ll settle with a career in writing instead.

I don’t know what it is, but there is some sort of conspiracy here.  Seriously.  I know nothing of my mom, and all of my dad’s friends are so overemotional.  Even if I don’t have a “miracle” (I swear that Lucky’s lost it!), at least I have some fun characters.

A/N: I hope you like Kendall so far!  Read and Review!