Journal entry #1

Sunday, September 30th, 2018

Cassandra Q. Faust

Tomorrow was the day.

The field trip would begin.

Every year the Rising Arts Club would do fundraisers: Sell chocolates and bake sales. Shana said last year they even made sculptures and paintings to sell. We actually did a little bit of both :)

This year, my first year, I'd get to go on a little adventure. :)

This year, we did two fundraisers to come up with the money for our trip.

We made paintings and sculptures and stood outside the classroom at a little table during class time. I didn't take sculpting so I didn't know exactly how to do it, but Shana took the reins and forced me to make something.

So I did. Three somethings.

My weird amalgamation of goo and his two brothers stood valiantly BEHIND all the actually decent-looking sculptures.

Fucking Patrick bought one of them just to spite me.

"It's so stupid I can't not buy it."

seethe.

Despite them being ridiculous, someone else bought one of my amalgamations, I didn't see who because I was in Literature II at that period. Jacob and Eric refused to tell me.

What do care?

Who am I kidding of course I care. those were my kids that I just birthed from my own two hands.

Maybe it was another snark buy.

Shana bought the last one of the first set, which was fair because I bought two of hers, one of Bridget's and one more from another kid in a different class than us who was also in the club.

But after a while especially when we made a second round of paintings and sculptures, they didn't really sell a lot.

I only sold one amalgamation this time. Again when I was away in class.

I guess they didn't live up to the hype. :-/

It was still nice though, we all were posted up in the sculpting room all night making stuff while watching Netflix movies from professor Trysander's account. It was cute to see his wife and his kid's little account profiles next to his.

At home, he was just Dad. A mundane truth we all forget about others.

Even made a few flower pots that sold out completely.

Which of course it did— He's hot.

Despite that, the dude was damned good at pottery.

improvised with our Professor to get us to sell chocolates now, which was fine by me. I bought up any Sea Salt Caramel I could find. A few other relentless chocolate-obsessed scavengers were the same way. whatever the heck that crunchy mint one was, (I forgot its name. It's like some froufrou shit though, not personally a fan.) It was selling like hotcakes. We like ran out of every single box of mint we had.

Some people from previous semesters who were planning on going sold stuff too. So that they would be rewarded extra credit upon the start of the semester. (Just sculptures though from what I could tell.)

I wish I would have known that or I'd be making amalgamations from high school. (Just kidding.)

Now journal I know what you're thinking.

If this is your first year in college, how did you sell enough to leave so early in the semester?

It's simple. My first semester was actually in the summer, and that's when I took most of the preliminary courses required out of every course, granted I still had other stuff to do still, like a language credit and a few others.

I could probably graduate early if I did that next semester too.

But fuck that, the summer classes were way too crammy.

I learned that the hard way.

But I made my very first college friend. Shana Olsen. :)

So I don't regret anything.

—

Dad said he wants lots of souvenirs. Shana mentioned the other week that they alternated between two locations. Usually a forest location or a beach location. According to Shana, last year they went to a forest

I missed the briefing Thursday. In which they (the two professors) would make the grand reveal of where we were going, what to expect while we were there, and the standard Dos and Don'ts to keep the field trip fun and safe for everyone.

Since they already went to a forest-like area it was obvious we'd be going to the beach. I was on my lunch break right before I had to go to class at 2 pm when I had to leave early to bring some tampons to the diner for 'Ness, who had started her period right in the middle of her workday.

Which ended up turning into an involuntary workday for me as well. But it was worth it. It was nice of having the luxury of working when you felt like it, the perks of being a little sister. The diner always had a nice homey vibe which felt good. Retro and chic, it was a shame it didn't have a roller rink. Even the uniforms seemed to scream the 90s (probably not as cool as the 80s but hey, you gotta take what you can get.)

After months of saving up, I had accumulated a decent amount. Dad pitched in a little too, the rest I made up by helping around at the diner like days like this —which was hell.

I covered for 'Ness today, her cramps finally took her out of commission. Usually, for me, my worst day would be on the second day, but hers was usually the third or fourth. I pray she doesn't pull me out of my cycle I'd like to wear actual color to my bathing suit and wardrobe other than a solid grey or black.

With Ennessa at home in bed the diner had gone array, tossing plates onto trays and juggling burgers around a couple of running kids I was dancing for about have the night. I definitely had bubblegum stuck to my shoe from one of them. When the night had begun to slow down I came across all by herself in a booth looking devoid of anything good. I braced myself to meet her, to comfort her if it was possible.

, who always got the roast beef and onion burger was completely in shambles, bawling her eyes out in the first booth by the window. I went over to her to take her order and then id seen it. I tried to tell a joke but was stopped dead in my tracks.

Tear-streaked face, runny mascara, and a quivering lip.

Before I even opened my mouth to ask, she lost it.

"My Husband is leaving me!" Her body shook in horrible spasms and my mouth gaped open. That can't be right, right?

I've seen a couple of times in the diner before. the two were just a bit younger than professor Trysander really. Married for 25 ish so years with three children.

I tried to ask Emile what had happened but all she did was show me a slightly robotic-looking text. So many things that hurt for no reason.

"I never loved you."

"You let yourself go."

I didn't bother to read the rest.

Where did that all come from?

Her onion turkey burger got soggy and I had to get her a new one.

Poor

I was tempted to give the independent woman speech and say eff him.

Being independent probably wasn't so cool when your husband suddenly abandons you and your children to fend for yourself. She loved him, she still loves him.

And he's gone. All except for a text message.

Got home and Ennessa was watching CSI: Miami on the couch with MY blanket and the house heating pad. Every time dad used it he seemed to misplace the fabric covering, and Ennessa would magically always find it. And I'd be the one using the naked heating pad and burning myself because I could never fucking find the cover.

Just as per usual the cover was neatly placed on the pad also warming a bowl of popcorn that rested on top of her belly

Was that a fire hazard?

I came over and told her about Emeile Tarly and Enn started bawling nearly identically to . Period aside, she had known them for years. she's been working at the diner since she was sixteen, they had been regulars a big majority of that time.

I didn't know them like she had, so I could only offer small comforts.

There are probably some other things I forgot to add from the day well weekly recap more like, lol (holy fuck did I just manually write that out? What the hell.)

Oh well LOL

Also, did Patrick dye his hair?

It looks different but I honestly can't tell.

And there's no way in hell I'd ask him.

Oh well, (again, haha)

Wish me luck journal, tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Luckily the beach will more than likely make up for that.

A/N

(just a heads up, journal entry zero will be rewritten/revised. be sure to look at that for any clues and context regarding the newer written chapters -just like this one here- that will be going alongside the current storyline. at least for book 1, season 1

-Author chan

xoxo )