Make a Note of it

by Cannibalistic Skittles

New school, new diary. That's the rules. Not that I'll have any trouble filling the pages. Diary, you had no idea what would be in store for you when I brought you away from those dull store walls. Tales of magic and intrigue, if you can believe it. And wait until you hear about the Professors...! [MC/Grabiner, journal entry style]

38. Not as Expected

November 29th
No. No no no.
I can't do this. I really can't. Not today.
Not this week, not this month—
I've been so good at not keeping secrets from my parents, and that's not always easy, but this – this doesn't even compare.
They didn't even ask.
They looked right at me and asked how Chemistry was going, if I had to read anything familiar in English, if I've had to work with clay in Art class.
I've done my best to answer their questions and integrate the truth in my answers , but I know I must have sounded half-hearted and confused.
I'm going to be leaving them behind again, won't be seeing them for a month, and I'm glad to be going.

Well.
Maybe not all glad.
Last night my mother came in and she sort of pet my hair and called me her darling dove and said that things would turn out alright somehow, and she trusts me.
I'm going to miss that.

-Illia