September 15
Diary,
I have much to say in this entry, but I will start at the beginning. Friday
at lunch the group invited me to go bowling with them, I was not sure that
my parents would say yes but Friday just happened to be their court date
for the car accident and they left me a note which said they would not get
back until 10:00 and the list of chores they needed me to perform. Bowling
was from 7:00 until 8:00 which gave me plenty of time beforehand and after
to do all of that and my homework. We had such a good time, naturally Heero
got 100% strikes, Quatre, for all he tried, cannot bowl. Duo is actually
quite good, but not as perfect as Heero. I have never bowled before in my
life. I managed to get a strike though, be in the lane next to us or not. I
do not believe I will ever live that down. Sunday was my first meeting with
the 'shrink', I dislike her already. She makes to many strange assumptions
before she has even half the facts; she treated me like a broken toy that
she is trying to fix.
September 16 Diary, In the lunch hour yesterday the Grade Nines that sit on the stairs above our alcove though it would be hilarious to throw food down onto us. I cannot believe the immaturity they showed, even the Grade Eights are not that rowdy although that is most likely because this is their first year and they still believe the stories about older kids wrapping them up in duct tape and throwing them in trashcans or locking them into their own lockers.
September 17 Diary, There is someone new in the school, I am not too sure of his name but he is in Ancient cultures with Heero and I, and he is in Quatre's Socials class and Duo's Gym class. I find it interesting how we all really noticed him like that. Quatre says that he is going to talk to him today and get him to sit with us. It will be nice to have someone else who is new.
September 18 Diary, The new kid's name is Trowa; he is very quiet and shy. He seems to be in some eternal sadness, not depressed just sad. I quite like him actually; it was cute how he seemed to stick to Quatre like fleas to fly paper. Maybe he will open up a little in a while.
September 19 Diary, I had the strangest dream last night. I was in some kind of penitentiary and I could not calm down, they others were there to, Quatre, Trowa, Duo, and Heero, with some others that I remember seeing around the school. They all looked so worried. I wanted to go talk to them but there were chains from my hands to the floor, and my feet to the floor. It was hard to see because my hair was down, I never wear my hair down ever, and it was so strange. I remember it so well, usually you only remember your dreams when you just wake up then start forgetting them but I remember it so well.
September 16 Diary, In the lunch hour yesterday the Grade Nines that sit on the stairs above our alcove though it would be hilarious to throw food down onto us. I cannot believe the immaturity they showed, even the Grade Eights are not that rowdy although that is most likely because this is their first year and they still believe the stories about older kids wrapping them up in duct tape and throwing them in trashcans or locking them into their own lockers.
September 17 Diary, There is someone new in the school, I am not too sure of his name but he is in Ancient cultures with Heero and I, and he is in Quatre's Socials class and Duo's Gym class. I find it interesting how we all really noticed him like that. Quatre says that he is going to talk to him today and get him to sit with us. It will be nice to have someone else who is new.
September 18 Diary, The new kid's name is Trowa; he is very quiet and shy. He seems to be in some eternal sadness, not depressed just sad. I quite like him actually; it was cute how he seemed to stick to Quatre like fleas to fly paper. Maybe he will open up a little in a while.
September 19 Diary, I had the strangest dream last night. I was in some kind of penitentiary and I could not calm down, they others were there to, Quatre, Trowa, Duo, and Heero, with some others that I remember seeing around the school. They all looked so worried. I wanted to go talk to them but there were chains from my hands to the floor, and my feet to the floor. It was hard to see because my hair was down, I never wear my hair down ever, and it was so strange. I remember it so well, usually you only remember your dreams when you just wake up then start forgetting them but I remember it so well.