Wrath of Mom, part II

It has been some months since I wrote last.  I do not know why I am not able to stop thinking about tights.  In school, there are so many girls wearing bright colored tights.  Some girls look sad to me, because the tights are loose and sagging on their legs.  But some girls look delightful where the fit is snug and their legs look so nice.  My favorite color is red, by far.  There was a girl named Tracey who had on very dark maroon tights.  She took off her shoes when she was sitting at her desk and wiggled her feet in the air with her toes pointed.  I was hypnotized by it and again, the teacher called on me when I wasn't paying attention.  I have to get good at not being noticed!

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When I got home, the first thing I did was to go to upstairs before my sister did, go to her dresser, and take the maroon tights.  I went back to my room and put them on.  They fit small, but I stretched them to fit.  I so wished they were thicker and longer.  But I liked them on me anyway.  I don't know why I like them so much, but I don't care so long as I am wearing them.

"Nyle!!"

The next best thing

I looked everywhere I could think of, but they were not to be found.  Not in the box in the basement.  Not in the storage bins of old clothes.  The navy blue tights were gone.  I wonder if mommy threw them out.  But why would she do that?  They were perfectly good.  I didn't want to ask her, because she'd probably get mad at me for wanting them.

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I'm sorry.  It is almost two months later now.  I forgot to keep writing.  Maybe you can think of this as all one day.  I could not find the navy blue tights.  My sister Nina wears tights, but she is younger than me and her tights are going to be too small.  I thought maybe I could stretch on a pair, but then they would be stretched out and she would notice.  Nina is at a friend's house today.  Mommy is downstairs.  Daddy is out playing golf.  I know what to do.  I will go in her room, and keep listening.  If mommy starts coming upstairs I can sneak out of her room before she notices. I will go to the bathroom and if she does not leave I will put the tights in the hamper.  That is, if I find any that I can take.