January 20th
Hello, Diary. My name is Bestest Betterer Boy and I have nearly black curly hair in an afro and really dark brown eyes and a big nose and big lips. I made the name myself. Miss Ross told me to get out of her class when I told that I did not have a name. My Mommy and Daddy left before they gave me a name. Mommy travels the world. Miss Ross did not believe me. I heard in another class kids laughing at bestest and betterer. That must mean that they are good. Bestest and betterer are betterer than best and better. I am a boy and my last name is Boy. I told Miss Ross and she told me to stop playing and told her that I am not playing. Miss Ross then said forget it and that is how I got my name. I bet she called Miss Sharon to ask if I was telling the truth and she said that I was. You need a name too. Miss Ross always uses fantastic and fabulous. The smart kids always use big words. If you put fantastic and fabulous together you will get a big word. Fantasticfabulous? No that is silly. How about Fantabulous? What a nice name. Your name will be Fantabulous. We are going to be the best of friends.
