“Yes!” I cried happily. “Yes!” I did a wild dance around my room.
A new entry had appeared about tomorrow. Again, it was in my handwriting.
How is this happening? I asked myself. Is it some kind of strange magic? Do the new pages
always arrive after dinner?
My hands were shaking from excitement. What is going to happen tomorrow?
I held the book steady in both hands and eagerly read:
DEAR DIARY,
Wow! What a great day! Chip, Shawn, and I went to the basketball game after school. And it was
amazing! The Ravens won in overtime!
Everyone in the gym went crazy. I thought they were going to tear the building down!
“Whoa!” I murmured. My heart was pounding. I read that first part again.
Our team will win in overtime tomorrow. And then the diary gave me the final score of the game.
Wow!
I can win a few bets with
that
information!
If the diary tells me the score of every game before it happens, I’ll
never
lose another
bet! I’ll be the richest kid in school!
And everyone will think I’m some kind of genius!
I turned back to the diary:
Tessa is suspicious about the geography test. I saw her watching me. She is very curious about
how I did so well on the test when everyone else flunked.
I’m going to have to be a lot more careful around Tessa. I don’t want her to know about this
diary.
She would ruin everything for me if she found out. I know she would.
I heard a cough.
From behind me.
“Huh?” I turned quickly—and gasped.
Tessa stood in the doorway, scowling at me. Her eyes were on the diary.