January 15th, 1981
I wake up to Mum tapping on my door. I call out to tell her that I was up and I'd be down in a minute. I get dressed under the covers because it was cold in my room. It had snowed through the night and there was at least a food of snow on the ground. I find my shoes by the back door and get them on.
The window had pretty frost patterns on it.
Mum had fixed eggs and toast for breakfast, and left about fifteen minutes after I came down. I get my snow pants on and head to school.
At the usual place (just past Third Street), Andres managed to get me with a snowball on the back of my head, and on my backpack. Not much snowmelt got down my back and The Brothers Grimm compilation was unharmed.
I saw a black cat on the way to school out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't get a good look at it. It seemed to go into the old couple's garden. I thought I saw it go around the corner at school too, but I had to get to class so I didn't follow it.

UGH! Science test! A couple questions came right out of the blue and I'm pretty sure I got them wrong. UGH!
Lunch and recess come not long after the science test, and I was outside before I even realized that I'd forgotten to duck into the bathroom so I sneak into the library instead. I sit on the ridge near the trees, sulking slightly because the Aides that watched the playground wouldn't let anyone inside even to go to the bathroom.
Andres and his lackeys try to sneak up on me and try to taunt me into coming down to 'play'. I really wasn't thinking when I pick up a handful of snow and threw it at him. I wasn't aiming for his face, not that he'll ever believe it.
I try to run away, but Andres catches me and shoves snow in my face. I somehow get away from him, pushing him down before taking off again but Mike catches me almost immediately after and shoves me up against a tree. The pine needles scratch at my face. Mike held me still while Andres and Phil delivered the punches to my face and stomach.
As usual, Mr. Connor didn't say anything about the bruises forming on my face. I didn't really expect him to.

Andres didn't bother me on the way home.
It was darker on the way home. The snow didn't glitter like it had this morning and most of the frost on the windows had melted.
Mum noticed the bruises and scratches when I got home, but I'd cleaned myself fairly well earlier. I didn't have to explain beyond the name "Andres" for the bruises. She fixed some hot chocolate, which made me feel better, even if I was still sore. She also gave me a pretty snow globe.

January 16th, 1981
Mum woke me up again. It hurt to walk so I asked for a ride to school. I got there a half hour early so I went to the library. I found some of Poe's short stories. I read until the bell rang, which was probably not the best of ideas. Mr. Connor sent me back to the library to get a pass. I'm going to have to stay after school to help the librarian clean up, and they're calling Mum to let her know so she won't worry.
Andres is giving me dirty looks. This is ridiculous… I wish he weren't in my class… I wonder if there's some way to transfer to Mari's class.
UGH! UGHUGHUGHUGHUGH! I got yesterday's science test back. I got those two problems wrong like I thought. UGH! It was only a six-question test though so I got 66 on it. A D! Oh if Mum ever found out… It'd be worse than if Andres beat me up again.
The test is in my desk. I'll look it over again and study those problems so I'm ready for the next test. Still… Ugh.

Recess was a mistake again. Ouch… I was staying near the door this time. I got some snide laughter but I'm used to that.
I was just standing near the wall and Andres and his goons decided I'd be good for their target practice. I managed to dodge the first one but the second one caught me on the back of my head and pitched me forward. Unfortunately, this happened just in time to send me face first onto the patch of cement right before the door.
I went to the nurse and she said I'd broken my nose. I'd also gotten a pretty good bloody lip.
Ugh… Mum's not going to be pleased at all.

It was getting dark by the time I went home. Mum wasn't happy about the broken nose and bloody lip… But she did fix me some clam chowder for dinner. At least she didn't lecture me. I told her that it was because I took a snowball to the back of my head while I was running to get inside. It also had the benefit of distracting Mum from asking about my science test.
At least it's Friday. The weekend at last!

Author's Note: Many thanks to Peter for being my ST. This will be an ongoing bit, I think, just to keep track of how my Changeling game goes. Christyana Adyna Frank is of my own creation and I'm rather proud of her so please ask if you'd like to use her at all. I rewrote this because I wasn't too pleased with the two days separate… Oh well… It could've been worse. Thank you muchly and please review!
Slytherin Shaman