September 24, 2019—1st Period

I swear Tuesdays are jinxed.

Right now, I'm sitting in band with nothing to do. Well, that's not exactly true. I have a ton of backed-up homework I could be working on. Like memorizing the parts of a car in French. Who needs to know that? I don't think I even know all that stuff in English. Anyway, no teacher. And they forgot to send a substitute.

These British guys landed from a helicopter sometime last night and picked Ms. Robson—no, Lydia Chalmers—up. Uncle Rupert is still with us, sleeping off the jet lag, I guess.

First off—I was woken up at around 5:30. By Aunt Anya, who seemed to have suddenly and inexplicably "appeared" in Dad's room, thus causing him to curse very loudly and bang into furniture. AN Aunt Anya swears she didn't have anything to do with the fact that he couldn't find his pants. I can almost remember some repressed memory explaining that part, but I pushed it down before I had to barf.

Anyway, I didn't buy Aunt Anya's explanation that she had climbed in through a window. Maybe because the windows in that room were locked and practically bolted shut?

I think she might be a witch. A witch that doesn't look a day over 21. But she definitely has both a pulse and a reflection. And no tingles when she's around.

She said she came because strange disturbances had rocked her community. What community?

Then Aunt Dawn explained about finally clueing me in. How I had found out about the supernatural elements in this town. So then Aunt Anya spilled everything: she was referring to the demon community, of course. Something big was going down. Something unnatural, chaotic. Against both the human and demon order, which is unusual.

But then I had to go to school. There was a row of army trucks blocking the parking lot, which is extremely weird. Must be for Career Week.

Huh. I thought that was in November. Must've remembered it wrong or something.

Oh, crap. Here's the sub.