Anyone else see the Owl City music video on Disney Channel? Huh? Huh? I screamed. X)
Ugh. I haven't been writing anything. I've been in too much of a good mood this week (which is very rare) and this chapter isn't supposed to be happy. How am I supposed to write an unhappy chapter when I'm feeling happy? It just doesn't work! I've tried!
So now I must listen to sad songs….what's a good sad song?
Review Replies:
IzzyQuagmire0907- I try not to, but….I'm a procrastinator. :p
Flora11- Haha, thank you.
Justawriter7- Your friend sounds very interesting and much like my brother, he says that all the time.
Dancingchocolatesmudge- Aww, thank you so much! That's so sweet! :D
Pottergirl1- Thank you! Wake up? Were you sleeping for a long time? You weren't in a coma were you?! (Yay, Owl City sign off! :D)
CaffeinatedKitty- You jacket sounds very comfortable….just saying…I will try to avoid that! If I had to spend nine hours with my sister and her personality twin…I can only handle one. It's k, I'm obsessed with…with…hold on, let me think this over since it's such a big deal. Disney! Yup, that's it.
FreezingSapphire- Aww, that is such a cute word for cute! Can I use that word? I like that word. Is it like, Japanese or something?
nuttierthansquirelpoop- Thank you I'm glad you liked it.
Zoe Snow- Thank you! Whoa, that's an odd jacket for a boy…odder than Klaus's girl jacket. O.o
book lover – Thank you so much! If I find a way to squeeze in more Quiglet for you I'll do it.
I love you guys! I almost didn't upload tonight but I did for you!
Disclaimer: I don't own ASOUE.
These sad songs aren't making me sad. .
The Isadora Diaries:
Keep Moving:
Friday, March 9th
I can't sleep.
I just can't.
I feel like such an insomniac right now and I just want to go to sleep! The date up there is about to be wrong...its 11:59 pm…wait for it…wait for it…it's midnight! Happy New Year! Yay!
But you know what's more exciting than anew year? Bedtime.
But I can't sleep.
I should probably get to explaining what could be the reason why I can't sleep, since that's why I turned my laptop on in the first place, but my brain isn't working right because I'm so sleepy. Unfortunately, like I mentioned earlier, I can't sleep.
However, for the sake of…the sake of…the sake of Cookie Monster (bear with me here, my brain isn't working right), I'm going to give it my best shot.
Violet and Klaus checked out of school early this morning. I only found out Klaus checked out because of Quigley, who's in his first class. I didn't know about Violet until later in the day. Bea checked out as well, only a little bit later than Klaus did and I didn't get to find out why until later.
Without Klaus there, I sort of just moped around. No, that's not right. 'Mope' is not the right word here. I'm not sure what the word for this is so I'll try and explain it.
I was there, but I wasn't there. My mind was off somewhere doing something crazy. I've never been so lost in a reverie more than I was today. (Or yesterday, seeing it's after midnight.) Most of what my imagination revolved around was Klaus, only making me nostalgic for his presence.
My friends, Katelyn and Jo, noticed something different during lunch when I wasn't doing much but spinning my water bottle in circles on the table. For the rest of the day, they took turns was pestering me, asking me what was wrong. They don't believe in answers like "I'm just tired" or "I'm fine". I finally got them to drop the subject after I told them I'd explain later because I was too tired to talk about it. It was mainly true. I wasn't exactly tired; it's just that my brain wasn't working much better at that moment than it is now. That's what happens when you let your imagination run away from you and you don't bother to chase it back.
In my last class that I share with Quigley and Duncan, the three of us got a note from the office saying my parents called and they would be picking us up from school. We looked at each other with confusion clear on our faces. Neither of us knew what was going on. Our parents don't get off work until five and they wouldn't leave early to come get us unless it was for something important.
That's the first thing we asked our parents when we got in the car, where we were going.
"We're going to go visit Bertrand's father in the hospital," my mother answered. "He's been nothing but good to us and he deserves friends by his side as he's only getting worse."
"Bertrand and Lemony are a bit of mess," my father added. "They need friends, too."
I'm sure I mentioned somewhere in these laptop entries that Klaus's dad and Bea's dad are brothers. If I haven't, then…well, they are. Half-brothers to be exact. Lemony is older than Bertrand by a few years. His real dad died and a car accident when Lemony was a baby. Lemony's mom got remarried to Bertrand's dad and had Bertrand. He grew on Lemony like areal father and was just as close with Bertrand. I can only imagine a mess they're in. I knew I couldn't step out of my room without crying if my dad was dying.
We made it to the hospital and found out where his room was. When we found the room, we saw Mrs. Clarke sitting outside with Sunny. After greeting them, we found out they only allowed maximum number of five visitors in the room. Am I the only one who doesn't understand that rule?
Anyways, they were alternating every so often.
"They should be out in a few minutes," Mrs. Clarke told us. I was a little anxious. I'm not sure why…maybe it was to see how Klaus's grandfather was doing? Maybe I was anxious to see Klaus? Probably both.
Finally, the door to the room opened and Violet stepped out with Bea and Klaus behind her. My brothers and I ran over to them, hugging them. Neither of them looked well. Violet looked tired and a bit sad, Klaus looked a little pale, and Bea just looked normal. She was always good at hiding her emotions. Although she didn't show it, I knew she needed a hug. Duncan beat me to it and, for a second, I was scared I was going to have to pry them apart.
"Bring them in here!" I heard Mr. Clarke call from inside the room. My brothers and I awkwardly walked into the room. We greeted him and his brother before they went to say hello to our parents and let them in.
"Hey, it's The Three Musketeers!" called a weak, but joyful voice from the only bed in the room. There was Richard Clarke with tubes in his nose and plugged up to machines, looking tired, weak, and happy.
"Hey, Richie!" Duncan said happily, walking over to him. It took all my strength and willpower just to smile and wave. I had never seen anyone in such a condition. As we followed Duncan, I could tell Quigley was having a hard time processing the picture as well. However, he had more strength than I did, because he could talk.
"How are you feeling?" Quigley asked. Maybe he wasn't doing much better than me. I mean seriously, who asks that question to someone who's dying?
To my surprise, Richard smiled and said, "I'm doing just fine. Though, I could be better if people stopped moping like zombies. They don't think I notice, but I do, and it's irking."
Although Quigley and I threw in a few comments here and there, Duncan did most of the talking in the conversation. I swear he is absolutely brilliant in any kind of situation.
Right before the three of us left and our parents could enter with Mr. Clarke and Mr. Snicket, Richard said to us, "There is something you must promise me before you leave. Promise me that the three of you will stick together. My only regret is that I haven't contacted my brother in forty-five years over a stupid argument we had when we were younger. I have never seen a tighter bunch than the three of you. Don't let it go."
I took it to heart and promised along with my brothers. We left and our parents entered Mr. Snicket and Mr. and Mrs. Clarke.
Quigley and Duncan sat with Violet, Bea and Sunny in the chairs. I, however, decided to go for a walk. My mind was lost in a reverie again, making me too restless to sit. I walked down the hallway, down the stairs through the lobby and out of the front door. The cool air hit me head-on like a train. It felt much better outside. The inside reeked of depression and anxiety.
I walked down the sidewalk next to the hospital, stopping and standing next to a boy beyond familiar to me, facing the sunset. We were silent as we watched the sun go down slowly.
I wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm sorry" was out of the question. Who wants pity? And it's not like it would make him feel any better. Then I remembered that I didn't need to say anything. I once read in a book that said, and I quote, "We are what we do not what we say."
I looked up at Klaus, waiting for him to acknowledge my presence. He looked down at me, looking too depressed for my taste. I lowered my eyes to his hand and gently took it. I turned back to where the sun was almost gone waiting for him to pull away. He had stiffened but eventually relaxed and turned back to the nearly-gone sun as well.
"Why are you here?" Klaus asked, breaking the silence. His tone wasn't mean, he just sounded curious.
"Because I said I'd be there," I reminded him. Even though I had found him on accident, I wasn't going to just leave him. I couldn't.
After another few minutes of silence, Klaus looked down at me and said, sounding distressed, "I don't know what to do now. What are we going to do now?" His voice cracked at the end. I let go of his hand and wrapped my arms around my waist, laying my head on his chest.
"I don't know."
Klaus wrapped his arms around and placed his chin on the top of my head.
"But whatever happens, I'll still be here," I continued. Klaus only hugged me tighter.
By the time we got back up to the room, Richard had already passed. My parents and Mrs. Clarke were doing their best to console Richard's sons. Violet was crying into Quigley's shoulder; Duncan and Bea were holding hands (much to my happiness) and Duncan was whispering softly to her; and Sunny looked around, looking confused as to why everyone was upset as she sucked on a Throat Freeze popsicle. Klaus looked down at me, tears and worry easily seen in his eyes and his question written all over his face:
What are we going to do now?
This time, I gave a proper answer.
"We keep moving."
To sum up the rest of the night, we came home and now I can't sleep for anything. Its three am now and I'm dying of exhaustion. I hope Klaus is doing better than I am; I hope they all are. None of them need to be losing sleep, especially not Violet with her recent insomnia issues.
I'm anxious to know what is going to happen after tonight. That's why I can't sleep, I know that now. Let's just hope and pray for the best for everyone, shall we, Laptop?
Alrighty, then.
Goodnight, Laptop.
-R.I.P. Richard Clarke.
This chapter is weird. I've never experienced something like that before so I wasn't sure how they should've been acting. I hope it was good enough for you because it's three am and I'm not writing a new one. :p
"….I am not my own for I have been made new
Please don't let me go, I desperately need you…."
~ Meteor Shower by Owl City
Good Morning, Everybody! :D
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