Stinky Robinson

Dear diary,
Stinky Robinson beat me up today. I think it was because he was upset about being so stinky. All I did was offer him some deodorant. It's not my fault all the kids in class started laughing when I did it. It’s them he should have beaten up!

Dear diary,
Stinky Robinson stole my diary and got mad when he saw I called him stinky again, this time on paper. I'm writing this from the cupboard he locked me in. I think I can smell him from here.

Dear diary,
Stinky Robinson didn't come to school on Friday. Today was Monday and when he did turn up, he didn't smell anymore. Maybe his mum made him put on some deodorant, just like I had suggested. I'm owed an apology after that. But I won’t ask him. That cupboard smells worse than he used to.

Dear diary,
Stinky Robinson doesn't understand that just because he doesn't stink anymore doesn't mean his nickname will change. I don't know why he blames me — all I did was invent the nickname. All the other kids started calling him it too. It's his fault for not discovering deodorant until last week anyway.

Dear diary,
Stinky Robinson is changing schools. Mrs. Ryan told us today. She also said we'd be getting a new kid to replace him next week. I just hope it's not another smelly kid. They'll have to get him a new chair too. Stinky Robinson's stink will have stuck to his seat.

Dear diary,
A new kid joined our class today. His name is Michael. He's quiet and he looks a little bit familiar, but I can't put my finger on why. Maybe I'm seeing things, but I think the new kid, Michael, and Stinky Robinson are the exact same height. I can tell because I only come up to Michael's chest too, which Stinky rammed my head into regularly.

Dear diary,
I snuck a look at the new kid's surname on the roll, and guess what? His last name is Robinson. Just like Stinky! But I guess it's a common name. Anyway, this new kid isn’t anything like Stinky. He's too nice for that. Even though they're about the same size, Michael always combs his hair back and he even smiles. Stinky never did that. He always had a scowl on his face and his hair over his eyes. Another nickname I had for him was the Stinky Spider. But I only called him that in my head.

Dear diary,
I have a new friend. Michael, the new kid. He came over to play at my house this afternoon. When he showed up, guess who was driving him? Stinky Robinson's mum! I think they are family friends or something. I hope Michael never invites Stinky around when I'm with him though. I can't stand that guy.