[Brent Raven] Don't Pretend You've Forgotten

[Brent Raven]

Brent Raven
We Don't Fight Fair

I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave
Of my hand, 'cause that's just the kind of boy that I am



Beware:

This Werewolf Bites

This Book Belongs To:

Mr. Brent Raven

If Found Please Return To Either:

Mr. Raven or to the Mihael HoH.

[Brent Raven]

'Cause you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances

Well I feel pathetic, I have done the thing that I had promised I would never do. Place my thoughts into something that could be easily found and read. Under this, dark and quiet personality, I have finally shown my true colors. Two girls, have found the real person I am. No not my ‘condition’ more along the lines of the real Brent Raven. I never, talk openly. I think before I speak. I almost let slip that I am a werewolf. To a wonderful new friend named Raven Sterling. Feeling sheepish, my once cool calm, personality that I once believed that I had control over, has been broken.

On a better note. Myself and Ms. Symantha Grey are going to the dance, herself and myself, I believe are very close friends, we can talk about anything. I will never admit it, but I’m a tad bit smitten with her. I know I’m being stupid, and I won’t let that get in the way. I haven’t even shown her these emotions, we’re as we always we’re. Promising myself that I won’t, is easier written then said. Now Ms. Raven Sterling, herself and I, are getting along smashingly despite the fact that she’s quiet and doesn’t like to speak of herself, she’ll be a hard one to open herself up, but with time I can see us being good friends.

I suppose I should go on to more pressing matters. My dear cousin Illy Lu. The poor thing, I had a conversation with her the other day, she was in tears. You have to pity the poor thing, she’s had a lot of things happen to her in a short period of time, and most of it not good. I have to feel for her, and I know the long ride is not over for her. I will have to keep my eyes on her, and help her out where I can.

Another thing I have to speak to you about, is my mothers death. Is it so bad, that I don’t mourn her death? The one woman who gave birth to me, raised me, well tried to, and I never shed a tear when she was dying in the hospital. Am I a terrible person for not doing so? This woman, was hardly a motherly figure. She hated the magical world, she kept me from my future and destiny. She hated me, never respected me just because I was a werewolf, mother was a drunk, and abusive not only with her hands but as much as with her words that cut me like daggers.

Dear Journal, I leave you now to get a nights rest. I now have writers cramp, and my eyes are getting weary from the light underneath this thick blanket. I believe my neighbor snores, so I’m going to need all the help I can get with tonight’s rest. I will try to write you tomorrow.

[Brent Raven]

We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best

Well here I am again, writing words opon this paper, for un-imaginable eyes to see. Like it matters, my mind is so messed up anyways that people wouldn't be able to understand what I write in this stupid thing anyways. A few would, but that doesn't matter, I mean not everyone is a few. They are only alot. See who would understand that? I mean in the first sentence, they would be like. What the heck? Amazing Brenty Wenty.

Well, it's official, Sym is the greatest person alive. Have I told you this before. Of COURCE I have, it's Sym, how could I not brag on my best friend in the whole world. It's not often that Mr. Raven speaks this well about someone, he's only met a handful of times. I'm not one to always speak highly of someone. Myself is more reserved keeping my thoughts inside my head. Now that I've come to Trios. I'm open, free of all that. Free of my mother. I know, how evil am I.. I don't even mourn my mothers death. But you weren't there, you never met her.. Despite the fact that your a book.

Well, I finally told Ms. Symantha that I am a werewolf.. She was totally cool with it. What a sigh of relief. Then again, I can't like blame her, I mean it's rockin that you get to know someone that is a werwolf, despite the fact how horrible it is. As long as she's fine with it. I can relax more around her. Instead of holding my breath, when ever I want to mention it. Now I just need to tell a few more people. When I'm more comfortable with them. And I can trust them. I might talk with the Deputy Head, Anya about it, once she has her child and she's settled.

Again, this wand light is blinding me. I suppose I should go. Sigh. I'll write more when I have the time.
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