The Boy Project by Kami Kinard Read Free Book Online Page A

guess Evan sees these great things, too.
    But why couldn’t he see all the great things about
me
? Like how I make almost all A’s. I mean, I could be the money-earner and he could live a life of leisure as my soul mate! He’ll never get that with Tabbi. Trust me.
    And how I’m good at creating things. I mean, not many people have the imagination to turn an Altoids tin into a mini suitcase with masking tape, shoe polish, and a piece of wire. And I love to laugh! I’d laugh at all of his crazy comments and stupid jokes. Why couldn’t Evan have seen this? Why? Why? Why?
    I decided to tell Tabbi the truth. But not all of it. I told her it was hard for me to not have a boyfriend, especially now that she did.
    â€œOne day the right guy is going to see how great you are.” Tabbi hugged me. And I appreciated it. But I wish we’d been paying more attention to the podium. Because Mr. Waldorf stepped up and everyone fell silent and put down their instruments just as Tabbi added, “Don’t worry, Kara, you’ll get a boyfriend soon.”
Bus ride home
    â€œI’m
sorry
!” Tabbi said as I climbed up the metal steps and through the folding door.
    I couldn’t answer her. I knew I’d cry, and I was humiliated enough already.
    By this time tomorrow the whole school will know that I want a boyfriend. I’ll look desperate. And okay, I am desperate. But does
everybody
have to know?
The minute I got home
    As soon as I stepped off of the bus, my cell rang. It was Maybelline! That girl has rotten timing.
    â€œHey, Kara. This is Colleen. I heard you left school upset and I just wanted to know what’s wrong. All those A’s not helping you get a boyfriend?”
    Click.
After dinner
    After Maybelline’s
call, I went straight to Mom’s craft corner, which is down in the basement along with our old sofa, old TV, and old everything else. You know, stuff that isn’t good enough to keep upstairs but is too good to throw away. I felt like breaking something, and there’s a lot of old junk stashed with the craft supplies. I grabbed a loop of wire and twisted it, twisted it, twisted it until it looked like an angry blob. But the blob also kinda looked like a fish. So I added fins and threaded a blue bead on for an eye.
    In the end, the fish looked really cool! And you know what? I felt a lot better. Mom always says that creating is a form of healing. I think she’s right!

Bedtime. For real.
    Just got a text from Tabbi.
    Plz 4giv me.
    She’s probably afraid to call. I’m glad. I don’t want to talk to her. But I do forgive her.
    So just before I turned out the lights, after I knew her mom had taken her phone away (she’s waaay strict about bedtime), I texted Tabbi back.
    OK

Wednesday, January 17
First period
    Evan smiled at me when he passed by just now. At one point I would have thought this was a great sign, but now I do not.
Lunch
    Whew. Everyone seems to have forgotten about what Tabbi said in band, probably because there’s bigger news. Phillip Bernard (of gorgeous eyebrow fame) got — and then lost — his first official girlfriend last night.
    Phillip is really cute, but he’s also so shy that he’s never actually gone out with anyone. We’ve all been wondering who he liked. Apparently, he texted Elizabeth R and asked her to go out. Then ten minutes after she said yes, he changed his mind and broke it off. With another text. Yep, they got together and broke up without seeing each other OR actually talking. Now she
hates
him, supposedly. I hope she wasn’t supposed to be his one and only soul mate!
After school
    Well. I’ve certainly gathered more information on Mr. DeLacey than I ever wanted to know. I know so much about him now that I need to scrap my first index card and make a new one.

    Apparently, replacing real names with funny fake names is not equally funny to all people. At first I figured Mr. DeLacey