April 4
The folk keeper didn't arrive until this evening. He doesn't talk much at all. I thought it would be great to have someone here my age to talk to. Yes, the folk keeper is sixteen. And he has the most awful expression on his face. Rachael and mama told him about the folk being so wild, the folk keeper just turned up his pointy nose and said, "Don't worry, I'll be able to handle it." Oh, the awful folk keepers name is Eliot.
I'm usually not so mean and pessimistic, but, he made a very bad first impression on me, and he has a stupid name. He didn't even notice that I was there. Now, people say I'm pretty, I don't think so, but I do get looks from boys at the market, and get whistled at occasionally. Maybe folk keepers see truth. Well, he's not a very handsome boy himself. He has oily looking black hair that he ties back. And his skin, well, its probably the only nice thing about him, he's very tan. His eyes, I didn't get to see much, because he was always squinting. Eliot is in the room across the hall from me. I wish Riker were here.
April 5
I woke up this morning from a bad dream. The folk were in it, and I bet that the stupid folk keeper sent those bad dreams on me. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, above my vanity. It looked like I had been crying, which I probably had. I hate that every morning I have to unknot my hair. I don't like my hair color, its red or auburn but when I'm mad at it, it's red. I put on my blue dress today that clashes with my hair, but I didn't care, I was in a bad mood.
I went down to the dinning room where we have our breakfast every morning; mama and the folk keeper were already there at the table. Mama was talking to the Eliot (the name reminds me of the word idiot). "Mrs. Nina," the Idiot was saying, '' I'll be fine. I have had plenty of experience with the Folk. I'm sure I know more about the Folk then your last folk keeper did."
I walked in the dinning room and sat down quietly, beside mama. "Did you sleep well, dear?" Mama asked me. "No mam. I slept horrible.'' I felt the folk keeper looking at me then, "Did you sleep well, Eliot?" I asked carelessly. He nodded, got up from the table and left! He is so rude! I asked mama what was wrong with Eliot. Had he been viciously beaten by some sixteen year old girl and had vowed to himself to never speak to any of them again? She just smiled and said, "Dear, most folk keepers are very quiet. Plus, your mood probably scared him away." Then she left too.
After my lonely breakfast I decided to look for that bag that Eliot had brought with him. Ben had a bag too, his "folk bag" that he had all his folk stuff in, and his folk record that he would write everything he knew about them in. So, I, well I, went and searched his room! There, I wrote it. I shouldn't be ashamed of it. I mean, I didn't steal anything. I didn't find his bag though. He probably takes it everywhere with him.
I went to the library after I looked for his bag. I live in a huge Manor and we have a HUGE library. That's where I spend most of my time; I stayed there, even through lunch which I rarely eat, until Rachael came and got me for supper. I came into the dinning room, and there was Eliot, sitting there with his head bowed and eyes closed. I noticed that there was a big red burn on his neck. That's where he had been wearing a necklace of nails, that's to protect you from that folk. Looks like it didn't work with him. I came and sat across the table from him. He wouldn't look at me, so I sat there and stared at him. I watched as his face started slowly turning red. He was getting mad! It made me happy though.
Eliot quickly looked up, with unsquinted eyes, they're so dark blue they're purple, and said, "Can I help you?" through clinched teeth. I smiled, "Yes, what do the folk look like?" Eliot relaxed a little, and sat there thinking. It looked hard for him to do. "Well," He started slowly in his deep voice, "They're mostly all mouth, they're three feet tall and your folk are the meanest I've ever met." He finished and looked at me with a blank expression. He has very broad shoulders. I then asked, "Is your neck okay?" "I'm fine." Our conversation was over.
The folk keeper didn't arrive until this evening. He doesn't talk much at all. I thought it would be great to have someone here my age to talk to. Yes, the folk keeper is sixteen. And he has the most awful expression on his face. Rachael and mama told him about the folk being so wild, the folk keeper just turned up his pointy nose and said, "Don't worry, I'll be able to handle it." Oh, the awful folk keepers name is Eliot.
I'm usually not so mean and pessimistic, but, he made a very bad first impression on me, and he has a stupid name. He didn't even notice that I was there. Now, people say I'm pretty, I don't think so, but I do get looks from boys at the market, and get whistled at occasionally. Maybe folk keepers see truth. Well, he's not a very handsome boy himself. He has oily looking black hair that he ties back. And his skin, well, its probably the only nice thing about him, he's very tan. His eyes, I didn't get to see much, because he was always squinting. Eliot is in the room across the hall from me. I wish Riker were here.
April 5
I woke up this morning from a bad dream. The folk were in it, and I bet that the stupid folk keeper sent those bad dreams on me. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, above my vanity. It looked like I had been crying, which I probably had. I hate that every morning I have to unknot my hair. I don't like my hair color, its red or auburn but when I'm mad at it, it's red. I put on my blue dress today that clashes with my hair, but I didn't care, I was in a bad mood.
I went down to the dinning room where we have our breakfast every morning; mama and the folk keeper were already there at the table. Mama was talking to the Eliot (the name reminds me of the word idiot). "Mrs. Nina," the Idiot was saying, '' I'll be fine. I have had plenty of experience with the Folk. I'm sure I know more about the Folk then your last folk keeper did."
I walked in the dinning room and sat down quietly, beside mama. "Did you sleep well, dear?" Mama asked me. "No mam. I slept horrible.'' I felt the folk keeper looking at me then, "Did you sleep well, Eliot?" I asked carelessly. He nodded, got up from the table and left! He is so rude! I asked mama what was wrong with Eliot. Had he been viciously beaten by some sixteen year old girl and had vowed to himself to never speak to any of them again? She just smiled and said, "Dear, most folk keepers are very quiet. Plus, your mood probably scared him away." Then she left too.
After my lonely breakfast I decided to look for that bag that Eliot had brought with him. Ben had a bag too, his "folk bag" that he had all his folk stuff in, and his folk record that he would write everything he knew about them in. So, I, well I, went and searched his room! There, I wrote it. I shouldn't be ashamed of it. I mean, I didn't steal anything. I didn't find his bag though. He probably takes it everywhere with him.
I went to the library after I looked for his bag. I live in a huge Manor and we have a HUGE library. That's where I spend most of my time; I stayed there, even through lunch which I rarely eat, until Rachael came and got me for supper. I came into the dinning room, and there was Eliot, sitting there with his head bowed and eyes closed. I noticed that there was a big red burn on his neck. That's where he had been wearing a necklace of nails, that's to protect you from that folk. Looks like it didn't work with him. I came and sat across the table from him. He wouldn't look at me, so I sat there and stared at him. I watched as his face started slowly turning red. He was getting mad! It made me happy though.
Eliot quickly looked up, with unsquinted eyes, they're so dark blue they're purple, and said, "Can I help you?" through clinched teeth. I smiled, "Yes, what do the folk look like?" Eliot relaxed a little, and sat there thinking. It looked hard for him to do. "Well," He started slowly in his deep voice, "They're mostly all mouth, they're three feet tall and your folk are the meanest I've ever met." He finished and looked at me with a blank expression. He has very broad shoulders. I then asked, "Is your neck okay?" "I'm fine." Our conversation was over.