The Life & Times of Miss Maci

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Tuesday, June 13th, 2007

Dear Journal,
It feels odd keeping a Journal. My father obviously has no clue as to who I am anymore, seeing as he sent me a beautiful leather bound journal, opposed to paint brushes, pencils, sketchbooks, etc. that I would have preferred a great deal. It's not as if I don't appreciate the attempt to send me a gift merely to bribe me into choosing his side for the trial. No, I appreciate it. I just disagree with it's meaning is all. And, besides, if he wants to bribe me, he might as well do it correctly. My darling mother has the right idea. Over the past month only, I have received ten paintbrushes, two sketchbooks, one large roll of canvas, 20, yes 20 tubes of the finest oil paint I have ever laid eyes on in assorted colors (the expense of this gift I will and have no want to ever know) and a new easel. I would like to state right now that I have not and will not be using any of the thoughtful gifts she has sent to me. Why am I using the bribe from my father and not the bribes from my mother you ask? Who knows? Maybe I like him best. maybe I just thought you too pretty to waste. Or, maybe I just decided that my mother's so horrible that if I touch anything she sends me I'll surely become more selfish... Hmmm, I'm leaning toward the latter.

Anyways, I don't think that I have properly introduced myself. My full name is Maci Maria Lasson. [That's pronounced May-see Lay-sun. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if my parents are horrible spellers on top of being self absorbed monsters] I am 14 years old and counting. I was born on September 4th, 1992 at 8:36 in the morning. Even though my birthday is coming up in a few months, I'm not at all excited about it. By then the trial will be over anyway and my life will most likely be ruined even more than it already is.

Oh, yes, you don't know about the trial. Well, my loving parents are fighting for custody of me. Yes, once my father came back after 5 years my mother apparently thought it best to go to court and have my father's ability to see me ever again be stripped away from him. Of course she didn't ask my opinion on this. She didn't care. She didn't think of how much it was going to mess me up. Yes, I am so messed up because of this trial. It has me depressed and I find myself slipping on schoolwork and friends and soon I realize that I have become a loner! A loner! The nice sweet pretty little painter girl with so many good friends... That nice girl, she left me when I was nine... I can't even think about it without wanting to cry, there's no way I'll be able to write it down. Maybe another day, when I'm feeling less depressed.

Well, I'm at Hogwarts now in my second year. Woot, go me! Hufflepuff, of course, what else would I be? I'm not brave in the least, I'm not particularly smart at all, I wouldn't dare do anything mean to anyone... So that puts me here, Hufflepuff. But, don't get me wrong. I like Hufflepuff. It's where I should be and I'm glad to be here.

Well, that's it for now dear journal. And you know what? I feel a lot better!

Your Friend,
Maci

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Sunday, June 16th (I think), 2007

Dear Journal,
I Honestly don't know why I even put up with my parents. During the trial, I should just ask the judge if he could take custody away from both of them and put me in an orphanage. I know, it sounds crazy, but trust me, it's better than having them on my back all day! Even when I'm miles and miles away from them, I still can't escape from their horrible clutches! Listen to the beginning of the letter my oh so darling mother sent me today:

My Dearest Maci,
I miss you terribly. Every time I see a nice dress or pretty shirt that I just know you would love I practically start to cry! Oh dear, you know how I hate to buy things for you when I don't have you with me to try them on first. I'm never certain if they will fit! Well that gives me that much more reason to look forward to your brake. I can take you shopping and we'll buy you a wonderful outfit to wear to the trial! Just think about how wonderful you'll look wile your telling the judge how horrible your father is! It'll be one of the proudest and happiest days of my life...

And so on and so freakin' forth! Who the heck does she think she is? She's horrible, the most monstrous, evil, terrible, selfish, dishonest, uncaring, unthoughtful, unforgiving, UNBELIEVABLE organism ever to be created in the universe! I know what you're thinking, She doesn't sound all that bad, she's offering to but you clothes and says she misses you. Well, dear Journal, let me tell you that she does not, in fact, miss me in the least. No, she just can't wait to get revenge for my father.

Let me explain something:

My mother loved my father. She loved him more than anybody else in the world, even me. And trust me, I know, I was there. She would always smile at him and hug him and make his favorite desert. She would look at him this way... I can't exactly explain it. She would watch him, as if she was completely content, as long as she could sit there, watching him forever. There was a certain twinkle in her eye when he was in the room. Way back before... Well, before my dad left, my mother would hum made up tunes and usher small giggles at random. She was happy just to be alive... As long as she was alive with him. Way back then I looked up to my mother, I wanted to be just like her.

But then something happened... Something that tore our family and other families to pieces. I can't say it, let alone write it down. I'm on the brink of tears just thinking about it... What matters is that my father found out we were witches, and after deciding that magic brought nothing but harm and suffering, he left, he left without telling us and stayed invisible for five years.

You see, in the months following my father's disappearance, both my mother and I were in shambles. You should have seen the apartment! Horrible smell, no clean laundry... It was a miracle we even survived. I don't remember much about those few months, probably because we spent most of the time moping around in our pjs, but one thing I do remember is that my mom stopped humming. She stopped giggling randomly... She stopped being happy altogether.

And, late at night, you know those times when you get so scared that you have to tiptoe to your parent's room, and cry into their shoulder while you explain the horrible nightmare you've had? You know those nights? Well, I had an awful lot of those nights during those few months... and trust me I had a reason to. Well, late at night, whenever I'd been afraid and wandered to my mother's room, I would peek through the door and see her, crumpled up, in bed. Her head would be in her hands and the blankets below her would look as though a bucket of water had been poured on them. Her face would be red and she would be shaking horribly, muttering in a croaky voice, "Henry, why, why?" That was enough to give me more nightmares, but, frankly, my mother looked as though she needed me to calm her down, more than I needed her to.

From that time on I lost the want to be anything like my mother when I grew up.

You see, my mother changed because my father left. The fact that he didn't love her anymore inflicted such pain and damage that she became someone else completely. She became the selfish monster she is now, and, if I had one wish, I would change her back, because I loved her, because I miss her.

Well, after that my mother squeezed all the love and happiness she could out of me. She figured that I was the only one she had and that she was going to become happy again, through my love... But it didn't work. I wasn't enough. She never became any less miserable and depressed. Actually, I'm quite impressed that she hasn't tried to commit suicide. I believe that she hung in for me, the thought of me at least created some sort of hope. I'm glad she did hang together because I don't know where I'd be if she hadn't... Probably in some orphanage, where I had begged to be earlier in this post... ironic...

Anyway, when my father came back and started trying to take me away from her, my mother couldn't bare it. I was the only person in the world who she still had, and now he was going to take me away from her! Now, at first I had seen it her way, but as my mother grew into a bigger monster, as her fangs began growing and her claws began to sharpen, I became mad at her, scared of her, almost. She began to lose me by trying to keep me.

And then something happened. As the trial was discussed, the whole affair became something else to my mother. It didn't just involve her wanting to keep custody of me anymore. Now my mother wanted revenge against my father, who was growing fonder and fonder of me by the minute. He began to love me again and I, to tell the truth began to bond with him as well. Now whenever I was in the room his eyes would twinkle. And, as my mother saw this, she became envious, and she decided to rip from him the joy that he ripped from her. She is determined to take what my father loves more than anything else away from him, just as he took what she loved more than anything else away from her: His love.

This may sound like I should be sorry for my mother, but I'm telling you I can't be. She's bribing me she's acting like a witch... umm, no pun intended... She really deserves to lose that trial. But she wont. And do you know why she wont? Oh I'll tell you why...

This is something i haven't told anyone except my friend Selene, who actually helped me figure it out: I'm practically positive that my mother is going to use an illegally spell on the judge. The Imperious Curse is one of the Unforgivable Curses, it controls the victim. This means that my mom is planning to use the curse to force the judge to take away my father's ability of seeing me ever again. She's going to win the trial, no matter what my father does, she's gonna win...

Unless I tell someone.

But who? How? When? Should I do it at the trial? That might be the only place to do it, I'm afraid. But, it'll be a muggle trial, so the likeliness of there being any wizards or witches there is very slim... OH WHAT SHOULD I DO?!?!

My life is such a mess! I need someone to help me, a shoulder to cry on... I need, I need... Ugh, I need a parent.

At least I have you, dear Journal. I'm glad I can tell you everything in my mind. This way I can get it out of there so there is more room for other stuff! Actually, I've heard of something that can really do that. A Pensieve, I think. I'm gonna look it up and find out more about it, it interests me.

You know, it's amazing how, even though our past is rough, me and magic are bonding like brother and sister lately.

WOW! Just realized how much I wrote! Got to go, it's crrrazy late!
Love always,
Maci

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Oh, dear I do need a calender! Monday, June... 17th? 2007

Dear Journal,
Hi again. I promise I wont bore you with a family story again. I just really needed to get that out of my system yesterday....

So, classes are becoming stricter and stricter by the minute. Attendance records are now being kept and if we don't attend each class at least three times, we'll fail that class! I'm so worried! I'm afraid I haven't been the best at keeping up with my classes. Oh, what if I'm held back?!? I want to be a 3rd year next year, not some dull, boring old 2nd year still! I don't wanna be held back!!! XO

The problem is, it might be too late! I might have missed so much that now I wont be able to catch back up! Oh, I don't want to spend a whole other term as a 2nd year! Oh what should I do?

Unfortunately, I have no say in the matter, and I can't change what's going to happen. What I can control, at least to a point, is my social life, which is also going down the drain. I'm such a wreck! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MACI, YOU'RE LOOSING IT!

*sigh* I don't know how to fix my horrible life. My dorm room is completely covered in paint supplies and canvas, it looks more like the room of a painting eater than a student of Hogwarts... And my friends list has gone down to ZERO... Except for maybe Selene, I just met her (during a complete mental brake down, might I add) and she is really nice. She helped me figure out what horrible spell my mother's planning to use *see last entry* and she helped me through it as well. She didn't run away when I went totally bonkers, which is definitely something to cheer about!

Anyways, other than her I'm totally a l o n e. Oh, well, I'm sure I'll meet some more people. This school's just loaded with students, I'm bound to like a few of them!

Yes, keep optimistic, that's what we've gotta do, just keep optimistic...

I wish I felt this optimistic all the time. Mostly it's just ^sad sad _pessimism. Oh well, maybe after the trial my emotions will stop running wild and start listening to me!

The school was very dull today. It was like everyone had suddenly caught a case of the dumps. Even the moving paintings seemed depressed. It was rather odd... So I wore a bright red t-shirt and tried to liven the place up... I'm not sure it worked... Maybe it'll be better tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, did I tell you? I found a book all about magical inventions in the library today. The Pensieve was in it. I brought it back and am now learning about so much more than the Pensieve, which in itself is really cool. I wish I owned half these things, like a Remembrall, which tells you when you've forgotten something. God knows I need one of those!

Well, I've gotta go, it's pretty late.
Love Love Love,
Maci

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Now, I'm pretty sure it's Wednesday, June... 20, 2007

Dear Journal,
Hey! I'm a little happier today. I don't really know why. I can't seem to put down Intriguing Magical Inventions, the book I got from the library. It's incredible! It tells about practically every invention ever invented by wizard kind... Except the really dark ones, I'm guessing, then it would be in the restricted section.

I met a girl yesterday, in the Kitchens. She seems nice... Her name's Anya. Doesn't that sound Russian to you? I didn't ask her if it was but it would be cool if she was Russian. Why would it be cool you ask? Well, I guess I could cross meet someone from Russia off my list of things to do.

Anyway, she seems nice... She's a firstie so she doesn't know much, but that's okay. Ickle Firstie... I remember when I was one... Boy does that seem long ago! And I'm just a second year! I wonder how long ago it'll seem when I'm a seventh year... Wow, that feels so far ahead!

Anyhoo, how are you doing, Journal? When I first got you, you were all shiny and new, now you're more worn, even though I've only had you for a couple of weeks. I've been carrying you around and writing in you when I've had time... At first it seemed odd to write in you, but now I can't wait until I have a spare moment to do it in!

I've been thinking about reading Anne Frank. You know, I've always wanted to read it, but I never actually bought the book and started! Now I'm becoming more interested in it though. It would be interesting to see what she wrote about wile in the secret annex. I mean, if it was me, I'd be so bored out of my mind I probably wouldn't be able to think of anything to write about! But then again, she's definitely not me...

Oh no! I've just seen the time! I have a class! I have to go but I promise I'll write again soon.
Love,
Maci

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Thursday, June 21, 2007... Well, actually it's Friday, June 22, 2007, 'cuz I'm writing so late =P

Dear Journal,
I'm really, really happy, and I have absolutely no idea why. It's not like I should be. There's really nothing for me to look forward to or for me to be happy about. I've been meeting more and more people (most of them firsties, but still) and I've been just overall a whole lot peppier! It's such an odd feeling!

Hey, guess what? I sent an owl to my mother today, telling her I was thinking about reading Anne Frank. Knowing her, I'll probably have the book my tomorrow. Hey, it's not like I really support this bribing, but if she's conning and manipulating everyone else, why can't I get just one turn with her? It's just a book, and it'll probably be the only bribe of hers I even use. And, besides, I didn't actually ask her to get it for me... I just implied it... Great, now you're making me feel bad about it! Well, you can't talk me out of it, it's already done! Humph!

Anyways, I know this was a short entry, but I do have to go to bed. Me Sle-e-e-e-e-e-e-epy! >o<
Good Night,
Maci

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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Dear Journal,
I'm writing so late that I had to put the date it will be when I wake up. It's about 2:00 in the morning, now. O.o Yeah, I know... You should get to bed! Exams are coming up, you need your sleep! Well, let me tell you that I tried falling asleep... It didn't work. Humph! I'm grumpy now because I'm dreadfully tired but I can't fall asleep! I need my sleeeeeeeeep!

Well, dear Journal, I might as well fill you in. Let's see, I met two girls in the library... They seem nice, but I really don't know them, very well yet. Hmm, I saw my old friend Holden. Yeah, he ish amazing, but I don't seem to be seeing him around much anymore. Maybe because he's a third year and I'm just a wee little secondee. Humph! -I'm becoming rather fond of that word-

Oh, yes, exams are coming up! I'm soooo nervous! What if I fail? God knows I haven't been the bestest little Maci on attendance... What if that really hurts me? What if I don't remember a thing? What if, wHaT iF... WHAT IF?!?

*ahem* as you can see, I'm not the greatest with tests...

Well, haven't heard anything from the darling parents in a week or so. And let me tell you, I've been highly enjoying the freedom! I haven't been so happy in quite a wile... I think even my art is improving!

Well, as I said, it's very late Journal... I just hope I can get up in the morning!
Love ya sooooo much!
Maci

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Oh I don't know the date! Go on, make fun of me, I don't care!!!

Dear Journal,
*yawn* Yup, it's me again, tour faithful insomniac friendie. I'm up late again! Bad Maci! Well, I'll just tell you a couple things...

I received The Diary of Anne Frank today, from my mother, of course. But, the problem is that I feel all weird whenever I pick it up to read it... Guilt sucks. *sigh* I guess that's just another bribe from her I won't be using... I think I'm gonna give all of that stuff to charity. I'm certainly not going to use it.

Yeah, yeah, Journal, don't be smirking like that at me, I know you talked me out of reading the book if my mother sent it to me, you don't have to rub it in!

Life's just been... Blah. Yup, that's about the right word to describe it. B o r i n g. *sigh* again. *sigh* *sigh* sigh*. That's about all I've done is sigh, because there's nothing to do... Except go to classes, I have been going to more classes lately. I guess that's a good thing, right?

Except with Herbology. Eww plants. That's basically my feeling toward that class. And the new T.A.'s not making it any easier. She's actually decreasing my like for it... What a great teacher.

Charms, on the other hand is my favorite class. Some say it's the least important, but I like it. Our teacher's great and I really like the spells, they're actually fun. Like Orchideous, that produces a bouquet of flowers from the tip of your wand. Or Evenesco and Apparecium, which make things disappear and re-appear. I'm actually interested in the class!

Well, Journal, now I'm beginning to become tired. Maybe I'll fall asleep!
Love,
Maci

[stickeen]

Being an Insomniac has it's advantages and dissadvantages...

What are the advantages?

...I don't know.

Dear Journal,
How have you been? I've been just great. (This is said, or rather written, in a very sarcastic sort of tone and is not to be taken literally.) It's not that I haven't been happy. On the contrary, I made it to third year!!! YAY!!! But... The trial's coming up. In fact, I'm leaving for home T.O.M.M.O.R.O.W.

Yup, life sucks, doesn't it?

*sigh* I suppose I can make the best of it... But, it's really hard when my pessimistic side is scrapping her sharp claws on the inside of me... Trying to get out... Trying to destroy all the optimism inside me... It's like a creature I read about once... The things that guard Askaban. Dementors, I think... Something like that... Well, they suck out all the happiness from you, or something...

Anyway, I hope my parents won't be too happy to see me... It'll annoy the HECK out of me if they start to pelt me with questions and compliments and bribes. *sigh* I really don't want to go back...

Well, I've gotta go, Journal. I need to pack the last of my things... and I'm probably going to cry a bit too...

Your sad, pessimistic, insomniac friend,
Maci

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Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

Dear Journal,
I.AM.SO.SORRY.

I left you here!! I couldn't believe I'd left you!! I didn't think I'd ever find you again, and then I come up here, realizing I still live in my same dorm and you're right there, waiting, like a puppy for its owner, on my bed!! I missed you! SO much has happened, and I hated not being able to vent my feelings to you. Of course my parents offered to buy me another journal, but I wouldn't allow it!! I missed you too much.

Now, let me tell you just how happy I am to be back...

I HATE ME PARENTS!!!!! Absolutely, positively, can't stand despise loath HATE! HATE HATE HATE them!

You would understand if you knew.

I went to the trial. I went to see my father ridiculed, my mother in spasmodic gasps and streaming tears. I went to see my parent's lawyers twist words and stretch realities. I saw them manipulate. I saw them torture. Never again will I allow myself into a court room. Never again will I put myself in a position where all I want to do is end it; make it end for me, any way possible. I will never feel the yearning for death more than that day.

I cannot find a word to describe the atmosphere of the courtroom. There isn't a word in my vocabulary harsh enough.

And to think that it was all for nothing-That my mother had a surefire way of winning, despite the law against it. I couldn't bear her forced tears. I wanted to slap them all for making my father look like an imbecile. I wanted to expose my mother of what she really was... I needed to... I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I didn't.

And so, I did...

I can't even remember it all, its so much of a painful blur that I can't pull out every detail. All I know is that I was called to the stand to testify. I was told to put my hand on the bible and swear that I would not lie... So I didn't lie.

The lawyer approached me. He asked me if, had I the choice, I would choose my father.

I said no.

He then concluded, rather cheerily, that I would choose my mother.

I said no.

He asked me which of the two I would prefer.

I said neither.

And then he asked me why... and I knew my time for thinking was up.

"My father left us." I began, "Left us for no reason other than he didn't want us anymore. My mother was the most happy, most loving person I knew before he left. He left us with no money, with no hope. He left us without mercy. I hate him for that. And I will never be able to live with him." I couldn't look at my father's face, but I knew he was crying now, as well.

"After my father left my mother turned unbearable, useless, really. She was in a suffocating depression for the better of the five years. I had to fend for myself during that time. She wouldn't do anything but sit in her room and cry, cry so much she should have shriveled up for all of the lost moisture. When she did get up she would walk around the house like a zombie, her eyes so bare of emotion that it was frightening just to look at her face. She was always as white as a ghost, and there were times when I didn't doubt that she was one. I was afraid of her

"Do not pity her. She made up her mind in that time. She could have chosen to grow closer to me-to become my best friend. Instead, she chose to become her own best friend. She got a job in publishing and was quite successful. She would spoil herself silly and not waste a second of her precious time on me. I would ask her for money, and she would give it, without question. I was very lucky that I was smart enough not to take advantage of this too much, God only knows what I could have done to myself... My mother wouldn't have cared, of course. She would have gladly sent me to an orphanage..." I trailed off then, not wanting to say what I was thinking: If she didn't know what I was capable of... If she didn't know we were both witches... If she didn't feel tied to me because of that...

I took a deep breath a began again, "You see, my mother only really cared about herself. She still does only care about herself. And when my father came back... That was the last straw for her... When he came back, she clung to me like glue, not wanting me anywhere near him. She hated him for what he had done. She wanted him never to be able to see me again. She said she wanted to protect me from him... What she really wanted was revenge. And she would go to any length possible to get it."

I sighed and took another deep breath, preparing myself, "She is persuading the judge to side with her. She is using one of the most illegal methods to push the judge into choosing her. She doesn't deserve anything more than jail."

And then the lawyer asked how exactly she was persuading the judge, and so I lied, what else could I do?

"She's threatening to kill him and his family." I said, "And I'm afraid she will."

And then there was an uproar. My mother's objection mixed with those of the judge. The gasp of the jury. I was allowed down once again, and grateful for it. The trial was over soon, declaring full custody to my father, despite the judges objections. I felt bad for him, for the imperious curse must be rather difficult, don't you think? It would be horrible doing whatever someone else commands, like a marionette bobbing sickeningly up and down as the puppeteer pulls the strings mercilessly. It must be torture...

But, little did I know it wasn't all over quite yet.

Someone approached me after that, I don't know who he was, but he knew I was a witch, and he knew my mother was also. He was very curious as to if I had told the complete and honest truth, and I was relieved. I told him everything, needing to share it with someone. And then, all too fast, everything happened.

My mother was arrested, not by muggles, but by wizards. She was thrown into Azkaban, where she will remain for 10 years.

My father told me we were moving out of the big city and back into the country.

The judge at the trial was found walking the streets of London, very confused and very deluded.

The goldfish my mother bought for me died. And I was rather sad. I didn't much mind the goldfish-Was it his fault that he was the one chosen for a selfish and greedy bribe?

And so I packed up my things and we moved, leaving the city and the memory of the terrible trial. My dad did everything in his power to make me not hate him. Nothing worked. I'm not sure if anything will...

Maybe time, in this instance, really will solve everything...

But that's my optimism talking isn't it? It's amazing that it has finally come out, anyway, I haven't been the least optimistic in these past months.

And now, dear journal, I am tired. The train ride made me exhausted.
Goodnight, and thank you so much for listening.
love,
Maci

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October 5th, 2007

Dear Journal,
Hello again. Nothing much has happened since the last time I wrote in you. I've just been drawing, really, in my room. I'm nearly afraid to step out of my dorm for fear the happiness will be so great that I will simply explode! I am so happy to be back!!

I am waiting to visit the lake until it gets dark. The waters are so much more beautiful when the moon and stars are glinting across them! I don't think I will draw it first. No, first I'm just going to concentrate on how happy I am. I'll just take a short walk, nothing big... Unless I meet someone, but what are the chances of that?

I'm thinking about getting a cat. It would be so nice to tell somebody about my problems and not have to endure their pity. I really hate pity... Well, I'm sure that you're very useful for things such as that, Journal, but it simply isn't the same writing it down... There's something about speech that makes it feel more intense...

But don't you worry, Journal, I promise that, if I do get a cat, I will not stop writing in you. No, you're much too much of a friend already. And I ♥ you too much!!

Well, I've gots ter go, it's beginning to get dark, and I'm afraid I may get too tired to go...
Love,
Maci

P.S. I finally bought The Diary of Anne Frank, with my own money, which is becoming reasonably low. Well, I feel better not getting it out of a bribe.

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Dear Journal,
Hello. I've been mighty peppy lately. :] :] It's really very hard to be pessimistic when everything you've been dreaming about has finally come true!

I know I should probably be in a dreadful mood, considering the circumstances, but I can't be! Oh! Hogwarts is so wonderful!!

I'm really rather bored, Journal... I seem to have lost all of my friends in my absense... Why, I can't even remember everyone!! In fact, most of the school looks like total strangers... I wonder what happened to the people I knew...

Oh that's right... I was a zombie loner for a few months... and then I only had a couple weeks to meet people, upon my escape from the zombie world, before my return home...

I did remember somebody. A boy, Lucien. I met him one night at the lake. He was painting, and he was rather good. I saw him about a week ago on the train. Oh, what a wonderful day that was... even if it did rain..

As I said, I'm dreadfully bored! There's nothing to do on Sundays! And I feel much too lazy to explore the castle! I need entertainment. NOW!

...Sorry, Journal, I'm just very bored... I have nothing to do... I was hoping that writing in you would last longer, for now I have nothing to distract me occupy my time with. It sucks, being lonely.

*sigh* Well, I have nothing else to do...

Story Time!!

I'm going to create a character, Journal. Lots of characters. People who go through hundreds of obstacles, but always somehow end up perfect. An entire world where wonderful disasters happen, and beautiful heroes save what's left of humanity... I will name this series:

The Lovely Disasters of Mistakenly Perfect People

After all, I'm allowed to write whatever I want in you. It's my Journal, and I am choosing to voice, or, rather, write, my opinions, feelings, and worries in a different way. A more creative way. But Journal, don't you worry, I promise not to stop telling you about my life. That is the purpose of having a journal, after all. And now...

The Lovely Disasters of Mistakenly Perfect People

Audrey

She was completely ordinary, from head to foot. With brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin, nothing about her was at all remarkable. And yet... She knew that one day, something unbelievable would happen; something that would make her different. And so, she waited.

She waited for something incredible to fall into her life. Something to give her life meaning. It was dreadfully dull, you understand, having a life with no meaning. Sometimes so dull, that the girl found herself sitting in the middle of a green meadow, grasping the soft grass in both her hands, and peering out into the emptiness that was her summer.

And that's when she heard it: footsteps, making their way toward her with hurried urgency. It startled her, for never had she come across another individual in this field...

The girl turned around, anxious to see who was approaching her, and she was startled, still, to find a face quite unfamiliar to her.

It was a boy with black hair, black eyes, and skin possibly paler than her own. He wore a plane black shirt and jeans, and had stopped walking abruptly as the girl had noticed him.

"Um... Hello..." He said, rather awkwardly. "Er... I'm Edmund."

Edmund... what an uncommon name... "I'm Audrey..." she replied, for what else could she do? For one unmeasurable second they stayed, Audrey still on the ground, looking into each other's eyes. And then he left; turned around in one swift movement and walked away and out of sight. And the girl turned back around, contemplating the new enigma that had so randomly graced her day, and peering into the emptiness that was her summer.

Well... It's not brilliant... But I honestly had no idea what to write... *sigh* maybe I will explore the castle, at least it's something to do. And I'll get very, very lost and find some extraordinarily bewitched room... Well, at any rate,
Love,
Maci