FC: Bud, Not Buddy By:Elizabeth Reitzig
1: Bud, Not Buddy By: Christopher Paul Curtis
3: Journal Entry 1 I am Bud, not Buddy, Collwell. I am an orphan because my Mamma died when I was little.Although my Mamma died my father is stilll alive, but I don’t think he wants me. I’m 10 and I wish I was older cause’ nobody really wants me. One time Tod, the 12 year old son of the foster family for me, punched me. I held my fists and punched him. I try to believe in myself. I try to stick up for me and my friends and I try to be understanding. My old friend at the orphanage who is 2 years younger than me, was crying and I tried to comfort him. He was almost like my own kid. I hope that I can be a good kid so I can get adopted.
5: Journal Entry 2 Wow! I never knew that girls can actually cure a broken heart! When Bugs and me were going’ to the Hooverville in Flint I never thought that I would like a girl. But turns out, girls are better than I thought. She gone and told me that her papa ain’t thinkin that it’s proper to jump the rails and that if I do I’ll be hungry and tired and I’ll get hurt and all that stuff. But if I don’t jump the rails, I won’t probably have as much fun. And what will Bugs think. That I like girls? That I’m chicken? Well I can tell you now, I ain’t like either of those things. Even though I kissed her I ain’t liking her much. She’s too nosy. Way too nosy.
6: Journal Entries 3 I was running as hard as I could! My heart gone and tried and was beating fasting than it ever had! My lungs and throat was dry and was burning like a fire was in ‘em! I knew I couldn’t run any more, but I still pushed on and then I stopped, The Mission must ‘e been a mile away, or at least it felt like it. My heart sank below the currents and tide of ulitimate sadness, I knew that word from mama. I also knew that I would never get to the Mission in time. My feet were heavy then a tons of diamonds. I wish I had my papa and mama. It was funny! Just then a man walked up to me and said, “Come on son. You are going to be late.” It was my pretend papa.
9: Journal Entries 4 I’ll be darned if this whole thing wasn’t a dream. Nobody wants me. Not my dad, not my foster parents, not my aunt if I have one. I ain’t sure. But still, Not one likes me or wants! That part has to be a dream! By gosh, I’m a pretty respectable kid! I’m tall, smart as a whip, can travel fast on foot, and am very well mannered. The only thing I don’t have is being eligible for medicare. But by gosh! That can wait! I think this is probably the worst dream I have ever had!’Cept for the one where I dreamt I was falling down Nigra’ Falls. Shucks, I wish I would wake up.
11: Journal 5 Home Sweet Home. I ain’t a baby, but my eyes just emptied. I gone and oh Lord, bawled like a baby. But sad as it may be, someone held me and comforted me. I know I am home. A restaurant may not be the kind of place where you want to sleep in. But by gosh, I love it! No more do I care about my coot papa! No more do I care about finding a place to sleep, ‘cause I found it. Home Sweet Home. Home Sweet Home. Journal 5
13: Journal 6 I can’t believe it! He is sweet , mad, sad, all those things at the same time. I can’t tell what he ain’t and is thinking. But, I will tell you one thing, he is sad. Sad as a donkey in a mill! I wish he was more happy ‘cause it would be so much better for the rest of us.