Flauvic's Journal; The Younger Years
A/N: Ahh..Isn't this beautiful? MORE FLAUVIC! YAY! We actually started two other CCD Journal's and, since Flauvic totally rules, decided that hey, more Flauvic is good!
Disclaimer: We do not own Flauvie. Only his adolescent thoughts. His character belongs to Sherwood Smith, as well as all the places mentioned by him. Except for one or two later that belong to other brilliant authors. (They will be thoroughly mentioned by Liz and Dayna later.) Enough said.
Day 1
F-L-A-U-V-I-C. Flauvic Merindar. Flauvie. Flauvian. Flauvius. I hate my name. Especially when Mother calls me Flauvie-kins. Her childish pet names disgust me..I am TEN years of age after all! Grr..other news, Father died today. Oh well. Unfortunately for me, Mother says I must wear black to the funeral pyre. I detest black! She is so unfair sometimes! SO unfair that she told me I must keep this journal to help me deal with my grief.
What grief?
Day 2
Mother INSISTED that I show some emotion for Father's passing, but if I cry I KNOW I'll get poofy eyes and look like Fialma. If it's possible, Fialma has gotten uglier. Yes..I guess it's possible. She wore my dark blue slippers and matching cape today, and I must say that the color becomes her. It brings out those ugly circles under her eyes. Ha--serves her right.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna- Success! Another start of our second Journal. And we are doing two entries at a time..just like his last one. Remember; THE ENTRIES DO GET LONGER. Hee. Please, read and review!
A/N: Ahh..Isn't this beautiful? MORE FLAUVIC! YAY! We actually started two other CCD Journal's and, since Flauvic totally rules, decided that hey, more Flauvic is good!
Disclaimer: We do not own Flauvie. Only his adolescent thoughts. His character belongs to Sherwood Smith, as well as all the places mentioned by him. Except for one or two later that belong to other brilliant authors. (They will be thoroughly mentioned by Liz and Dayna later.) Enough said.
Day 1
F-L-A-U-V-I-C. Flauvic Merindar. Flauvie. Flauvian. Flauvius. I hate my name. Especially when Mother calls me Flauvie-kins. Her childish pet names disgust me..I am TEN years of age after all! Grr..other news, Father died today. Oh well. Unfortunately for me, Mother says I must wear black to the funeral pyre. I detest black! She is so unfair sometimes! SO unfair that she told me I must keep this journal to help me deal with my grief.
What grief?
Day 2
Mother INSISTED that I show some emotion for Father's passing, but if I cry I KNOW I'll get poofy eyes and look like Fialma. If it's possible, Fialma has gotten uglier. Yes..I guess it's possible. She wore my dark blue slippers and matching cape today, and I must say that the color becomes her. It brings out those ugly circles under her eyes. Ha--serves her right.
~*~
From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna- Success! Another start of our second Journal. And we are doing two entries at a time..just like his last one. Remember; THE ENTRIES DO GET LONGER. Hee. Please, read and review!