Chicago's not so bad, I suppose. I'm away from Jackson and his friends, at least, so they can't make fun of my "girl lips" anymore. And even though I never told mom this, they were starting to bug me about my singing, and I didn't know how to make them stop. So I guess in a way it's good we left, even though I miss Ed and Liam and Josh and all them. I got a letter from Josh the other day, the same day mom got a letter from Melissa. I miss Mel.
Anyway, Josh's letter was all about how Ed had messed up the second verse of this song we used to sing, during a performance, and how he just kept going and the audience totally didn't even know he'd messed up, and the letter made me laugh. I don't know what Melissa's letter was about, but mom seemed sort of... not angry, exactly, but annoyed, after she read it. I didn't ask her cos I didn't want to make her angry. She got pizza for dinner after that, which is good cos I love pizza, but bad cos it meant she was feeling too upset to cook, I guess.
I think I like my new school. None of the guys from choir went to my old school, so I had to put up with Jackson and his stupid buddies all by myself. Here, there's a handful of us, and even though I'm not really great friends with any of these new guys, it means that no one's messing with me. Well. Not much, anyway. But I won't tell mom, anyway. She keeps asking me if I'm happy, and I just say I am, cos I mostly am, and I don't want her to feel bad.
I think the guy I most want to be friends with here is Ben. He told me they call him Mini Ben, cos there used to be another Ben. The other Ben was Benjamin, and Mini Ben is Benedict, but they both hated their real names, so Benjamin was Big Ben (like the clock in England!) and Benedict was Mini Ben. And even though Big Ben's gone away to college now, people still call Mini Ben Mini Ben, I guess cos it stuck. Anyway, he's nice, and he's funny, so I guess I hope me and him can be good buddies.
Well, Mom's yelling that dinner's on the table. I think she made shepherd's pie tonight... I think that's what I can smell, anyway. She said she had something to tell me over dinner, so I better stop writing and go.
