My bridge Post 3 (pages 51-73)

I am making a suspension bridge based upon the Golden Gate Bridge. Opening day will be November 17^th. I wrote a report about the bridge but my teacher said it was too much info. He makes little sense. Why would I want to cut out the specifics of the bridge out of my report? Everyone needs to know that I used 8,600 matches with the phosphorus carved off. I collect the phosphorus into jars. Other details of the bridge I listed were the exact materials I’m using for every part of the bridge such as using international orange which is the same color the golden gate bridge is. I’m making the deck by inter locking the matches like you would logos. Our neighbor Mr. Fuller came to talk to my father. He wants to know if I could move to another bedroom because he’s sick of hearing yelling at night. I don’t understand what he’s talking about, all I’m doing is talking to Andy every night. I had to go to my therapy appt. today no one was happy that I missed the last one. She asked if I had been taking my meds and every week I tell her yes. I have to lie but it’s a necessary one. She asked me about my bridge and I told her opening day will be Nov. 17^th. She asked me who was coming to the unveiling of the bridge and I almost said me and…but I stopped myself. She asked…who????? She knew who I wanted to say but I stopped myself. I told her about my art class and she wanted to see what I have been drawing. Show I sketched my latest version of the sigil. She wanted to know what it meant. I said nothing…I lied. But it did look like flames so I said flames. She then took my paper then put it in my folder. At 10:17 I went to Mellissa’s house again, while sitting up in the tree a light shines on me. A man yells for me to get down. But I scramble like a squirrel to get away. I zigzag through the trees and run all the way home. Andy tells me I’m going to get caught.