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to now. I didn’t know anything—I couldn’t really remember everybody while she remembered everyone we were ever acquainted with. She holds that over me. I hope to go back to Jamaica at Easter. It would be really something to go back to the old house and see old friends. I only hope they remember me. I haven’t exactly been keeping in touch. Letters aren’t really my thing. I write them but I hardly ever end up posting them.

November 18, 1990
    Dear Janice
,
    I didn’t go to church today. I got dressed up and everything but my cousins who I usually go with weren’t going so I came back home. I didn’t do much back here. I just circulated around this house. The old me would have went straight outside to my friend’s house. I find I’ve lost interest in going outside. I was usually like a magnet drawn to steel when it came to going outside. Now, I could spend a whole week without stepping past the doorstep. Except for going to school of course. I think I’ve matured somewhat. I always was concerned about what I was missing outside. I never wanted to be left out on anything happening with my friends who are always doing something or going somewhere. In the way I’ve matured I’ve come to the sudden realization that there are many more things to life like being close to my family, before it’s too late. Pretty soon I’ll be off to college, then married with kids. I might be rushing things a bit, but these years go by very fast.
    I’m my own person. I like to think that I’m not just my cousin’s cousin or my friend’s friend. I like to think I’m the individual Latoya Hunter.

November 20, 1990
    Dear Janice
,
    T oday Beth, a girl in my class told this boy that I like him. I don’t know why she did that. She’s always saying I’m too quiet. She’s right. I am more than quiet, I’m really shy. There’s something about having people looking directly at me, listening to everything I say and waiting for me to say or do something that terrifies me. I usually figit or shake my leg—especially when people are looking at me and focusing their attention on me. For this reason I don’t say much except to people I know really well. Anyways, now I’ve got a boy going around thinking I like him when I don’t. It’s really getting to his head. He stares at me and when I turn around, he’s always there. I don’t want to break it to him. One thing about me is I can’t give bad news. Then again, maybe it won’t be bad news to him. I don’t know. Beth won’t do it. I really hate her!
    There is this one guy I like. His name is Kirk. He’s so cute! He’s in 8th grade. He’s friendly, funny, everything. I think I’ll just keep that to myself. I don’t want him to know. I just like to secretly admire him, it’s probably better that way with all the gossip that goes around schools. Especially when a boy likes a girl.

November 24, 1990
    Dear Janice
,
    M y brother is planning an engagement party. It’s going to be at his fiancee Michelle’s house. She used to live in Brooklyn before she moved in with him so the Bronx posse will have to take their party gear to Brooklyn. I probably won’t even go because it starts at 9:00. Michelle says if I go I’ll have to go upstairs at 10:00. I hope she wasn’t serious. I’d rather stay home than go there and be stuck upstairs. She couldn’t have been serious. Anyway, it was the average Saturday. I woke up at 10:00, watched Soul Train in bed, got up, did things around the house until 12:00 and watched Star Search. After that I took a shower, slept, went outside, came back in, slept, and so it goes on. My life can be pretty boring sometimes but what can I say? I’m twelve.

November 26, 1990
    Dear Janice
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    S chool is such a bore! Maybe I was just tired today but my eyes kept closing, especially in Social Studies. That teacher could go on and on about things that have nothing to do with S.S. He’s just like last year’s Spanish teacher. Her name is Miss Waldinger but