Hi everyone! Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in Canada, so I'd like to say I'm really thankful for everyone who's reading my story. You're great, guys.

Here's today's chapter:

September 18, 170 A.E.

Entry #12

Wingdin got in trouble at school today. Honestly, I do not think he deserved detention at all.

During lunch break, Cortisia found us sitting on a bench at the back of the schoolyard and ran to us crying. I noticed that her red scarf was gone and there were some scruff marks on her skull.

"Wingdin!" she wailed, "T-there were kids and they called me stupid a-and they took my scarf!" She sat down and started crying. Toriel went and hugged her.

"It is okay, Cortisia," she said, "We will get a teacher."

"No," Wingdin said.

I looked up. "What?"

"We're not getting a teacher," Wingdin said, "I'll get your scarf back, Cortisia."

He stood up and ran off. Then he stopped and ran back.

"Uhh, Cor?" he asked, "Who were the people that took your scarf?"

"Roman and Antiqua," Cortisia sniffed. Wingdin ran off again. Toriel and I watched him go.

"He is going to fight them, isn't he?" I asked.

"I think he is," Toriel said, "We should get a teacher."

When Miss Helvetica found Wingdin, he was pressing one of kids into a headlock. The other kid was sitting on the ground, crying. Cortisia's red scarf lay on the ground nearby.

Miss Helvetica was furious. After Wingdin, Roman, and Antiqua got back from the nurse's office, she gave them all a week of detention. When Wingdin came back from detention today, Mr. Gaban was angry with him as well. Toriel, Cortisia, and I watched from behind the living room wall as Wingdin was scolded.

"You are in a lot of trouble, young man," he said, "What have we said about fighting in school?" Wingdin told his father that he wasn't sorry at all and those children deserved what they got.

"He'll get in trouble!" Cortisia whispered to us, "Come on, lets help him!" She dashed into the living room. "Please don't be mad at Wingdin, Daddy! He was being bad but the kids he was fighting with were also being bad! They stole my scarf and he got it back!"

Mr. Gaban sighed. "I know he was helping you, Cortisia dear, but fighting is still wrong. You know you're not allowed to fight."

"But Moddy is going to war," Cortisia said, "and Asgore told me that war is where people and monsters fight each other. If Wingdin's wrong for fighting those bullies, then isn't Moddy wrong too? And if fighting is wrong, then why is Moddy doing it?"

Toriel glanced at me accusingly. "You told Cortisia what war is?"

"She asked me!" I shot back, "What was I supposed to do?"

Mr. Gaban probably could have pointed out all the errors in Cortisia's logic, but instead his glare softened and he smiled. "I guess I can't argue with that," he said, "You're off the hook, Wingdin. I hope you'll get a teacher the next time you're having issues with your peers. No more fighting."

Wingdin still has almost a week of detention left to go. I will miss walking home from school with him. Oh well. It is only for one week.

There is three weeks left until the Angel's Festival! I hope Mother and Father will let me go home for it.

~Asgore

I'd like all of you to read this chapter, remember it, then come back to it after the plot has advanced and cry over it. :)

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~Pandora