Hello! The crazy person is updating…wow. I was at the counselor's again, and it didn't go well, she thinks my craziness is due to a lack of self confidence. I hate it when people try to tell me what I'm thinking.

"Charlie, Charlie you have to get up. Breakfast is in twenty minutes. Come on, get up!" Rob was trying to get me out of bed as he got ready on the other side of the sheet. I was only feeling more tired as I hauled myself up out of the warm blankets I'd been wrapped in. I blinked in the feeble light of an early September dawn, my roommate was merely a talking silhouette on the other side of the sheet. I got my foot stuck in a blanket and was trying to pull it out. I gave a hard tug at it and sent myself straight through my barrier. Rob was very soon looking down on me as he buttoned his shirt.

"Breakfast is in twenty. We get schedules and what they call food." I blinked stupidly as he said this. "Hurry up!"

I scrambled to my feet and pulled open my drawers in a haphazard manner. Rob rolled his eyes and left the room. I suppose I should give him credit for being a gentleman about the arrangements. I found my most undesirable uniform. Whoever designed it made sure that whoever wore it would look fat with the blazer on and like they had huge hips if they took the blazer off. I was sure some one would find a way around that though, that's what boy-crazy girls are good at. I put my stubborn hair into a pony tail and told my stubborn attitude that I wouldn't hit anyone today.

Another girl staying in my area, Annette, helped find the dinning hall. The girls had their own table. All told, our numbers were a lousy fifty three and we were all of varying ages. I got what looked to be oatmeal or grits on my plate. I poked it tentatively with my spoon before tasting it. It was gross, if you're wondering. I was back to back with some of the people that I had seen the day before. They were whispering way too much, but then I could just be paranoid. I was given a schedule. It looked something like this:

Chemistry, French, Trigonometry, Fine Arts (This was a new course), History, English, Physical Education. The day began slowly with Chemistry. With the adding of girls, one of my classmates felt it necessary to make a 'chemistry' joke. There were only seventeen junior girls and six of them in that class. I wasn't amused to say the least. French earned a similar crack as we congregated the verb 'voir'. The language of love, my foot. Trig passed in a confusing haze. I wowed the new teacher of the Fine Arts course with my figure drawing abilities. History was so dully easy, I get an A in History every year without fail. English was outright dull. I've always viewed writing and poetry as some of the most beautiful forms of expression besides the visual arts. And although I'm partial to the visual arts, I have a soft spot for the written. The teacher, a Ms. Donelly, didn't appear to be very good at the subject, it was almost like she was scared of it. Her speech and vocabulary were impressive, she was obviously well read. But she didn't grasp and convey the meaning of the poems she had us read. That's just my opinion. PE was miserable running for the girls and rowing or soccer for the boys.

I was jogging my heart out on the quarter mile as I watched others have fun. I hate to run is all. My sneakers slapped the track in a mind numbing fashion. Round and round I went until I could take no more and strode off the track. The coach wasn't all that pleased, but I had had enough. I snuck into the showers early. The rowing team was already in there as I walked past the boys block over to the girls. The girls block wasn't empty though. Annette and another girl called Gina were peeping over the barrier. I watched them and was tempted to laugh out loud at them. Gina had given Annette a boost so she could see, from what I could figure, they'd been taking turns. Annette had a dirty little grin on her face. I had to do something.

"HEY THERE! What are y'all doing?" I asked them very loudly. Annette jumped and shrieked. She caught the attention of the ones she was spying on, who in turned yelled indignantly. Gina was red as a Christmas light. I nearly fell over laughing. They skulked off to use the showers like they were supposed to. I pulled my uniform back on, but left my blazer off, as I was still warm. Ugh, my thighs looked huge in that skirt, it wasn't right! When I was coming out I was intercepted by Rob.

"Who were those girls?" he asked. His buddies stood in the background, looking too neutral for my taste. They all had their uniforms on in a messy fashion, it made them look like real people, not robots.

"Why?" I asked carefully.

"Danny wants to know, says the blonde was good looking." He shrugged. "They'd ask you, but they're afraid to."

"Annette Swanson and Gina Stein, and yeah right."

"Thank you, and I might have mentioned you getting a senior." He gave a wink, which mystified me, I wasn't used to people being prone to doing strange things, unless it was me. Danny must have been the one who cheered when Rob got back to the group. They moved off and I joined a gathering of gabby girls. Lord, how some of these dimwits got accepted is beyond me. I pushed down my dinner and then almost ran back upstairs to get my homework done. When I arrived to my chamber, however, I promptly screamed 'GET OUT!' to Rob's friends.

"No." the Anderson fellow told me. I was very tempted to break new ground; scratch a broken nose, how about a concussion? I needed my privacy in here. Maybe I was aver reacting to this all. So, putting on a nice face, I gently asserted that I would prefer it if they had to hold this little study group, that they do it somewhere else, I couldn't take them all in here at once. You see, there were sides of the room. Mine and Rob's, and I would like to keep it that way. Anderson just laughed. One or two of the others caught on to the fact I was a little testy and backed off.

"Neil, man, let's just go to the library." One said.

"No." Anderson started. "Why should we, there's plenty of room in here."

"Because I told you so." I said defensively.

"Maybe we should really-"

"Don't worry Overstreet, we're not going anywhere."

Something hit me. I turned to Rob. "Your last name is Overstreet? And yours is Anderson." I motioned to the kid I was fighting with. "This way freaky, those were the names of some of my father's friends when he was here. I was having a good laugh. "No way, this is too strange."

"No, no," another was saying, "It's entirely likely that those were your father's friends."

"Only now," I was almost giggling. Hey, I am weird. "We'd be the second generation."

"Yeah, any way, Danny, got the answer to problem five yet?"

"Nope-"

"You guys are going to move now."

"Let's not tempt fate." Rob moved his group out and left me in peace.

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I was sketching in my bed later that night. I had spontaneously remembered the name my father had muttered as we pulled in the gate. Hell-ton. I liked it. It fit a little to well, as I would learn later on. But for that night I was content to draw lazily. I had been reading too many fantasy novels as of late and my subjects drifted towards that genre. My pencil was scratching out a girl leaning out of a stone window sill with loose hair and a rose dangling from her hand. I have never made my drawings look like me, it bugs me too much, so needless to say this maiden bore no semblance to me. I was working on her hands when Rob finally showed up with ten minutes to lights out.

I dropped it on the floor and stretched before I put the pad underneath my bed. He looked at it quickly before putting the sheet up so he could change.

"It's good." He said fast. I nodded and closed the pad. I stowed my gear. I was asleep before the lights even went off.

Feed back is good…flames please! I know a 'second generation' story isn't all that common, but the idea came to me. I gotta get back to my poetry, my English teacher wants more of it. I found out what it's called when you have the ability to speak in rhyme and riddle. 'The Last Word' is supposed to give you power over faerie folk and demons of the Gaelic sort. Which is interesting because my family is Irish. That's why I'm the Druidess. Druids are Gaelic. Hm…I'm going to go to bed now. Oh yeah, 'voir' means to see, one form your familiar with is déjà vu, meaning 'already seen' in French. Oh I speak French to an extent. Hmm….night - The Druidess -

CHARLIE: Meeks. Door. Closed.

MEEKS: Yes sir.

NEIL: Gentlemen, what are the four pillars?

BOYS: Travesty. Horror. Decadence. Excrement

I have the entire script at my disposal!! Want a copy? E-mail me, I'll send it to you. Why? Do I have it? Not suitable for discussion.