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Sneak Peek of Abby

August 23
Dear Abby,
            My name is Abigail Van Buren Masterson.  I discovered your name in our school library. My seventh grade English class is doing a newspaper activity and each of us was assigned a different section in the local newspaper. Mine is Section B and that’s where I saw your advice column. At first I thought Miss Hendershot (my English teacher) was playing a joke on me and some how put my name in the newspaper as a silly prank for the “new kid”, since that’s what I am, the “new kid”. But, then I realized that, no, I am actually named after someone famous and that’s really cool. It’s like Carmen ( I mean, KARMA) and I plan to view that as a good sign for the beginning of my new school year, in a new school, in a new town. Any way, the assignment is to research something we read about in our assigned section of the newspaper. I found you, so, viola!, you are now my research  topic!
            I will be writing to you in this special diary that my mom let me buy when we shopped for school supplies last week after settling into the new apartment and getting my little brother, Joey, and I enrolled in school. He will be a first grader at Monongah Elementary and I am a seventh grader at Monongah Junior High School. This will be my fifth school in seven years, but Momma says that we are now “home” and we won’t need to roam around any more. I don’t know why she feels this, but I plan to trust her intuition. It would be REALLY great to stay put. It’s difficult making friends when you know that you’ll probably never see them again.
            Well, I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know that we will be spending A LOT of time together.
            Sincerely,
            Abigail Van Buren Masterson
P.S. I like that your job is to give folks advice. I might need some this year.

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