/Slash on the beginning and end of a text means it was crossed out./
/The lyrics are from Yesterday by The Beatles/
/I don't own The Louds House/
/November 15th/
/Thanksgiving is com/
/December 25th/
/I/
/January 10th/
/January 19th/
Yesterday all my trouble seemed so far away
now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh yesterday came suddenly
Why /they/ had to go
I don't know, /he/ wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday
/February 1st/
/I miss them/
/April 1st/
/April 2nd/
/April 3rd/
/March 26th/
/March 27th/
/March 28th/
/March 29th/
/March 30th/
/May 1st/
/May 2nd/
/I/
May 2nd
I went to the plane with Arthur and Wilson. I'm surprised it is still there. It's been a year. One would think someone would come to... I don't know, salvage it? I don't even mean the airline or some government contractor, like regular ass people. I didn't make a detailed inventory, but I haven't noticed anything missing. To my knowledge, we are the only ones to have taken anything. Mostly smaller stuff, clothes, jewellery, etc, stuff we can put in a bag and take to a pawn shop without anyone asking. It's just a shame we have to take most of it to Flip, he pays pennies on the dollar on a good day. I was considering going to the next town over to find someone there. I doubt Flip is the only man in the state willing to buy trinkets without questions.
I don't know. It feels a bit bad. Scratch that, it feels very bad. Maybe that's why I never take it anywhere by Flip's, at least that way I am not "profiting" from it. Man, those things belonged to people. Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters. I tell myself that they would come to collect but would they know where? The plane isn't hard to miss even without google, but it's not like it's in the middle of the town. It takes us 30 minutes at the minimum and we still get lost from time to time. Now, that could be because we just get distracted, but regardless, if we struggle after so many times, imagine some rando from New York or California who hasn't seen a tree outside a part. God help us if someone like that comes, they would need to send a rescue for the rescue.
The others don't really care, and I can't blame them. Mr Calvin doesn't exactly doll out cash. I can't blame him, I wouldn't give the three of us half the money he gives one. But still, a man's got to eat, or well, play games. I should talk to others about taking some of the stuff out of town. If we find one good, or at least decent, phone and sell it at a fair price, we would be settled for months. I wonder if we could cut off a part of the wing, sell it off at some scrapyard. Maybe that would be too high profile, kids hauling in plane parts. I was also thinking about selling it online, however none of us have a card. We might be able to get around that however. Surely we can "launder" the money through gift cards or something. If nothing else, we can make a front business, convince Mr Calvin to make us a card and then use that. We can sell shirts? We will brainstorm.
/Fuck. I forgot what I was going to say. Oh, right. Going to the plane was a bit of a bore. We didn't have a plan to and we ended up just lying about. If it was up to me, or any of us, we would have gone to the arcade or something, but I felt that would have been a bit of a fuck you to the principle. She let us off for the day and instead of doing what she let us off for, or at least something productive, we went off to piss our time away at the arcade. However, I don't know what she expected. What, to go to the graveyard? Fuck that. I know she means well but it just makes me feel worse. I don't need her pity. I don't want her pity. Not her, not anyone's. Why does everyone feel the need to act differently now? It feels almost like they are mocking me. "Wook at the poow wittwe baby." I could understand if I became a complete shutin or went about as if nothing happened, but I didn't. I dealt with it in a healthy way. I mourned but moved on. And they come in and ruin all of it. How am I supposed to move on if each time I see another person, they start reminding me of what happened./
I thought about taking one of the seats when we were at the plane. If nothing else, it would look cool. How many people have an airplane seat for a chair. I could convince Mr Calvin. I could convince him to take the toilet of that plane and install it into the bathroom myself. However, if he asked whether we took anything else... Maybe its better to wait. I'll be out in a few years, then I can make a house of that plane and he can't tell me anything.
Am I forget anything? Nooooo, I don't think so. Nope. Huh. This was easier than I thought. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. We'll see.
This is a little something I had bouncing in my head for some time. As I'm sure you can infer by the description, there was a rapture. More will be said about it later down to road, but for now all that you need to know is that it was chosen because something like The Blip is stupid.