A/N- Just want to give a really quick thanks to my readers, especially wickedbroadwaygal1783, Shockheaded Peter's Sister, and Hedwig466 for reviewing, and special thanks to areyoufeeling wicked for reviewing both chapters. Thanks!

January 28- 9:56p.m.

Journal,

An okay day today, compared to others. Most classes went well; Galinda refused to stop bothering me during lunch though, and was constantly passing my notes during Ozian History. The only time she wasn't was when the new boy was giving his presentation on the Arjiki Tribesmen. She was constantly making cow eyes at him, a disgraceful display. I'll never understand her fixation with cretins. The presentation itself was, well, interesting I suppose. The way he showed his information was mediocre at best, but the facts he presented intrigued me. It was obvious Galinda wasn't actually paying attention to them, but rather the curious blue diamond markings that run down the side of his face. I was expecting him to explain them as part of his project, but expectations are rarely ever met in reality.

One of the reasons why I have been so positively miserable for these past three weeks is this idiotic Ozian Language Arts book group I am in. I was absent the day when groups were chosen, and somehow got stuck with Shenshen, Milla, and Tibbett, the latter of the three being as obsessed with the upcoming ball as the others. Had I been around, I would have been able to beg a group of one from the teacher, but instead I have been stuck trying to convince my three group-mates that reading does not a) Burn your eyes

b) Rot your brain, or

c) Give you lung problems.

How they came up with the last one, I have no idea.

Today was technically our last day to turn in the poster, review, and literary comprehension work we were supposed to do for it, but each one of them still had at least two things they hadn't finished. At the last moment last night I had done up enough to cover each one of us, and just put a different name on each paper, but the teacher recognized my, in her terms, "unique," writing style. In other words, she knew there was no way my group-mates had actually done any work. They now have the weekend to finish.

To finish up my entry for tonight, I suppose I should throw in something about my uncle's birthday. He came all the way from the center of Emerald City, just to celebrate out here with my father. He always treats Nessa and I like children, though I must begrudgingly admit that I do sometimes have a form of fun when he is around. We always end up in the most ridiculous games of stubbornness, most often ended by me when Nessa needs me to do something that always somehow makes me lose. One time, neither one of us was going to go into the food pantry where the chocolates from an expensive candy shop in the City were being held. He had gotten them just for me and Nessa, but I wasn't going to have any until he did since he was the one who bought them. Well, Nessarose threw a fit when I refused to get her one, and her fits will always be my greatest weakness. I lost then, but I plan to have fun for the rest of the night. So, I have things to do. For now, Journal, goodbye.