Author's Note:

Now I'm not one for lengthy author notes (which you would know if you've made your way from start to finish, rather than just clicking the button..), but I feel that an issue has cropped up that is driving me absolutely INSANE.

Reviews. Now I understand that sometimes you just want to read and not have to deal with giving the author feedback. Let's be honest here though: I thrive on feedback, both good AND bad. Even flames work. I get it, yes, this is not the greatest story ever (a pistol-whip across the face would be more subtle than that admission), but please take the few seconds to leave a thought - either good or bad.

I'm begging you all here, On my knees and hands clasped: PLEASE review. This story's had over 1000 views already and 2 reviews, yesterday it was 500 reads and none; so help a struggling student and help her regain some ego. It really doesn't put you out of your way too much, and you're more than welcome to review as anon/guest. JUST PLEASE SPEND A FEW MOMENTS REVIEWING.

April 15th, 2012 (evening)

Kellynch House

Okay, call me crazy, but I'm starting to think that something is up with the entire Musgrove family and the Croft's and the Harville's. They're up to something. I'm convinced of it.

I just don't know what.

Everyone ended up having a late lunch here at Kellynch, the kids went wild in the playground and we had a huge picnic out on the grass.

Dad and Liz excused themselves from coming, telling everyone that they needed to get back to Bath because they had to 'work'. Liz I can understand, but dad hasn't accepted an acting role in a long time… so I'm not entirely sure if he said work as in 'I've taken on a role' or work as in 'I gain nothing from attending this gathering so I'm not attending'. your guess would be as good as mine.

Back to the conspiracy theory I'm building, I'm sure they're all up to something. No one's birthday is coming up, so it's not a surprise birthday party shindig; Hannah and Robb are having a nine month engagement, so it's too soon for the bucks and hens parties.

Time for miss investigative journalist to do some investigating.

Speaking of my newfound profession, the Musgrove's and Croft's and the Harville's are all so happy for me, I did look over to Fred when I told everyone, but I couldn't read his face, he was.. Blank. I'm not going to stress about it too much though, a job is a job and he has his, so why shouldn't I have mine. Besides we're not together so he has absolutely no say in the events of my life.

YES, okay, I'm trying to convince myself here, but it's true!

I don't need Fred in my life, but I do want him to be.

I know that this is how I feel.

I am still pretty much in love with him, but I don't know what he feels, has he even forgive me? I'm fairly certain that he has, or is at least okay with being near me.

I leave for Bath in the morning. I don't really want to go, but Mary, Charles, the whole Musgrove clan and the Crofts have been considering making a trip someplace soon, and Mr Musgrove has a timeshare lodge out that way that would accommodate them all.

Just imagine how horrified dad and Liz will be to have their in-laws in the same place for any length of time.

I want it to happen so I can appreciate it.

In other, less complicatedly annoying news, I've been teaching Alice some piano songs on my piano; she's a natural! I wish I had her talent, she's picked up four songs since I've been here and plays them better than I can.