Confessions of an Earth Guardian

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. - I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own Meg Cabot's "The Princess Diaries" series (even though this 'side story' of sorts isn't even really related to the series. Just don't want to hear law suit claims, so thought I'd mention it once within this disclaimer LoL). However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series.

Note: Slow start in terms of response, but that's all right. Week day, work day, school day, and it's only been up for less than a day, as well. =) At least my buddy Kyle (and evidently 'his old lady') liked it a great deal, which was really my main concern in the first place. And now, Yellow 14 likes it, as well, as he'd just reviewed for it. So thank YOU, again, too!

This one's slightly shorter than the former, premiere chapter, but that's all right. Will hadn't honestly bumped into Corny much the day after Eddie's Halloween party, and when she had, she was primarily grossed out by the makeout session she had been forced to witness during their shared lunch period. LoL

At any rate, enjoy (Kyle . . . and also Yellow, I guess)!

This chapter was created/written in October 2011.

"Audio Entry Number Two: Wednesday, November 1st, Five-Fifteen, P.M.:

Dear Elyon,

I really ought to be concentrating on my homework assignments, which are usually quite time consuming and grueling -You know, given that all of my classes this year are AP level, of course - but I can't.

Concentrate, that is.

I guess I'm just feeling a little bit distracted from the day I've had today, and over everyone's behavior being really different . . . even Caleb's.

Well, I mean, just about everyone, anyway, I spoke to kept wanting to talk mainly about Will and her stupid little fall last night at Eddie's Halloween ball, more than they wanted to talk about the actual ball, itself - Which is precisely what I was much more interested within.

I know that I'm probably sounding a bit insensitive to you all over again, Elyon, but it really was annoying. Especially since I know for fact, now, that Will's just fine! I saw her for myself today during lunch, like always, and she wasn't contused, limping, bleeding, or anything like that.

And she'd even said so, herself, that she was feeling just fine, and that last night's debacle didn't even matter to her, after Taranee had openly asked her about it.

So then, in that case, would someone please explain to me what the giant obsession over that particular issue is with practically everyone within my school? It was so buzz worthy that it evidently earned its own name: 'Pulling a Will.'

I know, right?

How mondo lame can you get?

But that's what I heard Martin and some of his fellow geek-bait friends whispering about from behind me during AP Calc this morning, and again from the Grumpers during gym class later on this afternoon. When I finally bothered to ask about it, they told me that that's what 'everyone's' calling anything as 'monumentally embarrassing as what Will had experienced last night during Eddie's party!'

So, I guess a lot more than just 'a few' people did catch Will's tumble than I originally thought, huh?

But, honestly, now. It was really no big deal! A lot, much more fascinating and entertaining things had occurred last night immediately thereafter, as well as throughout the remainder of the festivities, you know! But practically our entire student body was acting like Will's clumsy moment was the most riveting thing to happen since the dawn of time!

And no, before you even think it, I am not being jealous, Elle! What's there to be jealous of? First off, it is Will, we're talking about, here, after all. When comparing the two of us, it's honestly like a 'Beauty and the Beast' concept, really, what with her disastrously, tomboyish ways and all, and my . . . well, all around elegance!

I'm just merely trying to point out that it was a bit excessive for our peers to have spent sooo so much time talking about the girl, when she'd only been there for like, fifteen seconds out of the five hours Eddie had kept his Halloween bash going.

Frankly, I didn't even know that so many people actually knew Will, or knew of her and by name, at that, anyway. She hasn't exactly ever made a great deal of waves throughout our entire high school experience, after all. Not like me, what with my figure skating, talent show contributions, frequent social gathering organizations and the like!

Even the other girls have achieved a bit more than she has, too, with Hay Lin and her continuing artwork which is pretty much well known throughout our school district by now; Taranee's admittedly impressive handiwork where her photography is concerned and having won quite a few awards for it; and even Irma, with . . . I suppose, her stupid radio show, and some of her infrequent, although pretty . . . respectable appearances within some of our school plays in the past few years. Don't ever let her know that I just admitted that she's a pretty good actress . . . even more so than I, or I'll never speak to you again!

My point, though, is that each of us have actually done something productive, and changed over time because of it. Will hasn't. Not really, anyway. Well, yeah, okay, so she has her swim team and everything, and is pretty damned good at that, all right. I'll concede to that, as well.

Fine.

But other than that, she doesn't honestly do much, or stand out much, I should say. Not within our scholastic setting, at least, anyway. I guess it's a bit difficult for me not to be admittedly biased, some, as most of the time I honestly still see her as the shy, insecure little 'Newbie' who'd first arrived to Heatherfield, even though she really has grown a bit more confident over time. At least, where her Guardian duties are concerned, anyhow.

Beyond that, though, I can't, for the life of me, see what the great obsession over her today was all about - And at the cost of avid conversation about my 'Queen Guinevere' gown, at that!

Yes! Fine! That's also a bit part of why I was feeling a tad irked by the 'Pulling a Will' focus today! I mean, wouldn't you, if you'd spent such a great deal of time primping, and you'd only received about a handful of active compliments and comments about your overall appearance?

Inconceivable, really.

But, actually . . . the main 'bother' of today had been Caleb, to tell the truth, Elle.

That is, he had thankfully - For his sake, rather - been one of the people to say how gorgeous I looked last night, and had done so during and after Eddie's party, including this morning once more, when we met up like we usually do before heading to lunch.

And we'd even managed to 'make up for lost time,' as it were, by rekindling the romance factor I had been hoping for last night, as well, remember? We totally most likely ended up grossing out both Will and Taranee throughout the entire period, while we alternated between sharing some of my French Fries I'd bought, and enacting some quite appropriate French Kissing!

God, can that man of mine kiss. . . .

Sorry! I can save the daydreaming about my most probable future husband for later!

I know it sounds like, all in all, today had been a good day, and, really? It had been . . . I guess. It's just that . . . I don't know. Something just seemed a little bit . . . off, maybe, with him. Or, at least during the times I got to see him, anyway. And how unfair is that, I might add, that the other girls, especially Will, get to see him throughout each day a lot more than I do, his girlfriend?

We only have lunch and gym class together, and gym class is an every other day affair! Yeah, okay, so we also usually hook up somewhere after school to do our homework together or something, even though our schedules, subject levels, and subjects, period, are completely different. Since he's surprisingly quite good at English and, of all things, poetry, I usually spend a lot of the time listening to some of the poems that teacher of his - And Will's makes him do, pretty much every day, it seems like. You know, when I'm not asking him to write a few all about me, of course.

Hey! If a girl's boyfriend actually doesn't seem to mind writing, as rare as that normally is - Especially for guys Caleb's age - then she'd be a fool not to try to take advantage of the situation!

And then, of course, after homework - If it's on the agenda for that particular day, anyway, we usually grab a bite to eat and just hang out somewhere, like the married couple we pretty much already are. And, being the almost married couple we are, that's why I could tell something was amiss with him today.

I did ask him outright, after lunch, yes, but he just said that nothing was the matter, before asking me why do I ask. And then, naturally, I told him what I've been telling you, Elle, that he just seemed . . . distracted! I don't know!

I still don't know what could have been the matter, and I plan on calling him up after this to dig a little deeper if I can, but maybe it was honestly just my imagination, really. Or, maybe it could have just been the same deal as Taranee and the other girls today, too.

You know, about Will's 'accident.'

Because even though he and I were pretty much engulfed within our traditionally fiery passion for one another, for a good majority of our lunch period, whenever we'd managed to break apart and have a nibble – Of food – here, and a drink there, I would catch him looking over at Will. And he'd give her the same sort of look Taranee kept giving to her, as well, if neither of them were bothering to speak.

Chock full of sympathetic worry, the look, really, which actually warmed my heart a bit to see. From Caleb, I mean, not Taranee. I already know that T. cares a great deal for Will, naturally; they are super best friends, after all, as you and I, and Hay Lin and Irma are.

But I guess I just never realized - Or bothered to before, honestly - that Caleb cares for the girl, as well. I suppose he'd ought to, considering the amount of years he's known her, like the rest of us, and has pretty much put the safety and well being of his homeland within her hands time and time again, too, as you have. I mean, I could easily say here that I still would have made a fine leader to the Guardians, myself, and I still believe that . . . but Will really has gone above and beyond within that position, and has done and decided upon matters I don't think I could have, as well. And again, that admission also stays just between us!

My point is that, besides Guardian related missions and what have you, and of course sharing a few classes together and whatever goes on in each goes on, I can't remember the last time either of them have actually hung out together, or even if they have much in common.

Oh, sure, they hang out, by extension, whenever the rest of us are involved. But even then it's really no big deal to either of them, seems like. Oh, well! No skin off my nose, either way, really. Caleb's always been on the reserved, keeps-to-himself side, anyway, generally speaking, while Will . . . well, Will is just Will.

At any rate, it still really was touching to see his silent concern for her well being, whether or not either person realized that I realized, and whether or not my guy will actually cop up to it when I give him a ring in a few.

You know Caleb: When it comes to emotions, 'mum's' the word! At least, for and about everyone else but Yours Truly, natch!

Anyway, I'd probably better end this . . . pretty pointless, I'll admit, 'letter' here. I guess I just needed to verbalize my jumbled thoughts, was all, and to my best friend, of course . . . even if she isn't personally here to listen.

I'll talk to you again, soon, all right?

Love you, Babe!

Lots of Love,

Cornelia."

- End of Chapter Two

(A.N. Eeeyeah. Yeah. 'Pretty pointless,' indeed, Corny. LoL But like she said, she needed to get it out of her, much like Will needs to get all of HER crazy crap out of HER. =) It's actually been a bit...fun, as it were, to continue to write for 'the other side,' especially since the 'voices' and tone is so completely different. It's admittedly a teeny bit 'harder' for me now, as well, since Will's 'voice' has always pretty much been mine and all that I'd think/react to, accordingly, as her canon character is kinda a lot like mine...Capri-frickin'-corns, I tell ya. LoL Whereas Corny's honestly more so my DAD'S cup of tea, since they're both Tauruses, and can both been pretty snooty-booty and cold...and definitely high and mighty at times. Bleh. LoL And no, that wasn't a generalized crack or whatever at Tauruses, so no worries. Was just sayin' the similarities between Corny and my dad, was all. Maybe I should just have my dad write this, instead. LoL He IS a fellow writer, anyhow. =)

ANYWAY! Hope this one was enjoyed for you, as well, Yellow and Kyley-Boy, and anyone else bothering to now take a gander at it.)