Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret

had to sit facing Laura Danker. I hated her. I hated her for being so big and beautiful and having all the boys stare at her

Our meeting ended with fifty rounds of “We must—we must—we must increase our bust!”

Have you thought about it God? About my growing, I mean. I’ve got a bra now. It would be nice if I had something to put in it

She said we should all write down who we wanted to dance with and she’d see what she could do about it. It turned out that we all wanted Philip Leroy, so Nancy said, “Forget it—I’m no magician.”

Have you thought about it God? About my growing, I mean. I've got a bra now. It would be nice if I had something to put in it.

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. I've been to church. I didn't feel anything special in there God. Even though I wanted to. I'm sure it has nothing to do with you. Next time I'll try harder.

The new house is on Morningbird Lane. It isn't bad. It's part brick, part wood. The shutters and front door are painted black. Also, there is a very nice brass knocker. Every house on our new street looks a lot the same. They are all seven years old. So are the trees.

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret. We're moving today. I'm so scared God. I've never lived anywhere but here. Suppose I hate my new school? Suppose everybody there hates me? Please help me God. Don't let New Jersey be too horrible. Thank you.