A/N - So... it's been a while hasn't it. Yeah, you can thank Undertale and Inside Out for that. Heh, anyway, I've been trying to write longer chapters, so we'll see how that goes. Gosh, I have so many stories to update now...

September 4, 2010 5:54

Ha! Diary, can you believe what Amy said today? Apparently Sonic didn't even show up to the date, and she sat at the restaurant for an hour! That guy must be a huge jerk to stand up Amy like that! Who does he think he is?

Well, what's done is done I guess. Amy hasn't talked to me or the others ever since the incident, and whenever Sonic tries to apologize, she just ignores him and pulls out a book. I've been trying to gather information on why he would do such a thing, but he refuses to acknowledge me, and none of the others will tell me what he told them. They say it's "confidential", and that my brother would kill them if he found out that I had been introduced to this stressful situation. Well, I guess that's what I get for being second youngest, although for some reason, Cream gets to learn about it. Why am I left out of the loop?

So far this week, Takeshi hasn't been around. Or, at least, I haven't seen him. His brother seems to be talking to himself a lot, which is strange, but I'm trying not to overthink it. When I try to ask him what he's doing, he says "[he's] talking to Espio!" like it's no big deal. If this is the case, then where is the aforementioned Mobian? I also tried asking Conroy about what's going on with Sonic and Amy, but apparently Conroy is also out of the loop; nobody is telling him anything either. Ever since I learned this, I've been hanging out around him a bit more, since my other friends are constantly supporting Amy and trying to help her emotional state... from what, is what I ask. Even Cream seems to ignore me, and Blaze is too busy with Silver, who is out sick, to talk to me.

The good thing about Charmy is that he never fails to make me laugh! Earlier, at lunch, I was talking to him about Matched, and he laughed at a comment I made about dystopian fantasy novels so hard that he started choking! Luckly, he was fine, and we had a good laugh about it. Something strange is going on; Conroy told me that his brother was at the table, yet no one else was there, and nothing else moved. Maybe he is delusional? Or am I somehow oblivious to my surroundings?

Speaking of obliviousness, how long am I going to be able to keep this diary a secret? Its been about a week now, and he hasn't been talking to me much either. I really hope everything is ok... it seems like everyone is fighting about something. Or maybe someone? It does seem like people are starting to take sides... my old friend group is divided in two. One half sits at one end of the cafeteria, and the other sits on the other, and they seem to enjoy glaring at each other. Also, it seems as if they are recruiting other people to join their sides... at this point, the cafeteria is completely divided. There is a literal line of tables that are empty, dividing the two sides. Charmy and I sit on the far end of this middle row, closest to the door. I think Charmy chose this area so that we could escape more easily if the tension between the two sides breaks, and some sort of war breaks out. He's much more intelligent than he seems, that's for sure.

Is there something wrong with me, Diary? I don't know about anything other than school anymore, and my brother has begun trying to teach me to defend our family heirloom... the Master Emerald. Well, he was... until he started ignoring me. I guess it could be seen as a good thing, since he isn't killing any boy I speak to, but I'd kinda like to know that he's there for me. Maybe I can talk to the Master Emerald instead?

...

I'm kidding. It's not like the Master Emerald is gonna care and help me out. Besides, why would I spill all my problems to an inanimate object? But hey, it might be worth a shot. I have no one else to talk to, anyway.

Other than you. I can write anything here, and it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Like I'm free to float like a balloon... like I could do anything I want to. Thank you diary, for letting me ramble. Thank you for being there (even though you can't move because you are an inanimate object). Thanks for everything.

- Tikal Reyna