I did a bad thing. A very bad thing. Everyone thinks it was an accident. But I know it wasn’t.
When dumby butt-face Chris got traded, I knew Blake and me were going to become best friends. He was always so nice to me even when Chris was making me cry. But then he and Sam started being friends, and they always told me to go away when I said I wanted to play with the ball. That made me mad. Daddy says I get to play with the ball sometimes, but Blake was always hogging it!
I told dad that I’m ready to be the “Fokill Point” of the offense now. I don’t know what that means, but he’s always telling Blake that that’s what he is. Daddy said that we were both “Fokill Points” but I think he was lying to me. He always lies to me when that stupid baby Blake is involved.
You have to promise not to tell anyone this, diary. Pinky swear.
Last game, we were going to lose to the Lakers, and he was hogging the ball again, so I sat on him. I sat right on his knee. I know he has problems with it, and when I sat on it, he started to cry! Right there on the court like a little baby. He might have even pooped his pants! Everyone looked really sad, and I tried to be sad too, but I wasn’t sad. I was happy. Now I get to be the “Fokill Point”.
We found out later that he is hurt bad. I didn’t mean to hurt him that bad, diary. Daddy looked so sad when he found out, and he said that I have to “step up”. I haven’t figured out what that means, but I’m going to do it. I’m going to “step up” so good, and daddy’s going to be so happy when he sees how good I am at doing it. I just want to make him happy.
Remember, don’t tell anyone what I did to Blake. This is our secret.