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 Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:25 am
 Dear Journal, The last two and a half weeks have been pointless. I miss my friends here very badly and I haven't felt more frusterated in my life. At my "aunt"'s place I didn't have any plants to take care of, and while we were away my orchids died, I knew something bad was going to happen if I left. Not to mention the fact that my "cousins" kept telling me that I was strange and shouldn't be there. Ari has just gotten more and more annoying as time passes and her friends aren't much better. Please, why did I have to go? Anyways, I can't talk about that anymore. I have to plan what I'm going to do about my plants, I need to plant some more, although I don't think they should be orchids this time. It's like replacing something important too quickly after the previous one broke or got lost. Maybe I'll choose something easier to take care of this time. Also, I think I'm going to take a trip to the glade, I saw something in the grass the first time Ray took me there that I want to investigate more... It was a stone of some sort. ~Kerryn. P.S. Bri caught me when I tried to sneak out to the St. Patrick's Day party, I didn't know if you knew, Journal. I got in a lot of trouble, not to mention the lectures she gave me. No more of that for a long time.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2005 2:27 pm
Dear Journal, There is a certain level of frusteration to be found living in an apartment with a single mother. Bri says I'm nine by Gaian standards, or atleast that I look nine. And, since my failed escape to the St. Patricks day party, she insists on having a woman come and keep the apartment while she is out. I hate this woman. I hate this woman more than I've hated anything in my life. She insists that when she sees me, I be wearing a pink frilly dress.. one she brought for me.. and that we read stories together. I hate the stories she reads. They're only about girls under curses who have to find a man to love. Isn't there more in this life for me? She calls her stupid stories 'Faerie tales' I think they should be burned. She won't let me garden either, saying that I'll get my clothing too dirty.. It's not like I asked to be wearing the stupid dress in the first place. She has to go, but Bri won't take me word for her being all wrong for me.. she just thinks I'm not accustomed to being home with someone other than her. ~Kerryn P.S. If I have to wear that dress one more time I swear I'll jump off the balcony.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 5:02 pm
Dear Journal, Bri got rid of the babysitter. But, now I've got a new one.. I'm afraid to know what this one will be like. I'm meeting her as soon as she shows up so.. I'll let you know. THERES THE BUZZER! ~Kerryn
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 11:03 am
Racing for the door at the familiar buzz of the doorbell, Kerryn arrived just as Bri pulled it open to reveal.. a young male?
"Hello Stephen." Bri remarked cheerfully, moving out of the way to admit the tanned teen who looked only a handful of years older than Kerryn herself.
Kerryn folded her arms across her chest and just stared at Stephen, who had entered the hallway to find her gawking at him, before looking back to Bri. "You have -got- to be kidding me. He's -" Kerryn was cut off by the look Bri shot her way.
"Kerryn, this is Stephen Lamar - he is going to give you a hand with your garden while I'm at work."
Kerryn's eyes narrowed further, feeling herself bristle at the comment Bri obviously offered to try to soothe her and make her feel a little more amiable towards the boy.
Stephen shifted his backpack slightly and coughed into a balled fist as he watched the exchange between mother and daughter - they really did seem more like clones of one another than mother and daughter, but then again, everyone looks like their parents.
Under Bri's close scrutiny, Kerryn finally let out a sigh and held out her hand to Stephen, "Come on. Bri'll make herself late watching to make sure I don't throw a temper tantrum."
Raising an eyebrow, Stephen took the girls hand to shake - being thrown off balance when she tightened her grip and dragged him down the hall way towards the sliding glass patio door. Neither of the two noticed when Bri shook her head and let herself out the door to leave for work.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 11:06 am
Dear Journal, Bri got me a new 'babysitter' although she insists that HE isn't a babysitter. HE IS A GUY! She said his names Stephen Lamar and that he's going to help me with my garden. I don't really like him and I don't think he likes me, which works for me. We sat out on the terrace the whole time Bri was gone - I refuse to let him near my plants, or atleast near them for working with them. He'd kill them.. if they weren't already dead. Anyways, when Bri got home I told her I didn't want him. I mean, he thinks he knows a lot about plants, and Bri does too, but my garden is MY garden. I don't want boys there. Bri told me I'm just cranky because I haven't seen any of my friends lately. She's right. ~Kerryn
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 11:07 am
Bri and Kerryn walked through Durem in silence, it was far too early for conversation - especially since Bri had finally gotten home and into bed at 4am.
Leading her mother to the farmer's market that would be getting in full swing in another half an hour or so, Kerryn started to check the stalls for seeds that would be good for summer growing. It didn't matter to Kerryn that as soon as they got there Bri found a bench to sit down on and close her eyes - Kerryn was a big girl.. even though she was still a child she didn't think she was. The body she had was just restricting her.
Finding a shall that specialized in flower seeds, not really a hard task at most farmer's markets, Kerryn started to sift through the packages. She passed up some of the simplest ones, daiseys, marigolds, and panseys for some of the ones she might be able to do. She just seemed to love setting herself up for a ego blow.
After half and hour of Kerryn's humming and hawing the market place was beginning to fill up, and Bri had made her way over to the stall she was looking at to be closer to her.
Eventually, Kerryn finally decided on two packages of seeds, Tiger's Lily and Fox gloves seeds. Paying the woman behind the stall Bri smiled and led Kerryn off. "Anything Else?" Bri asked, having to clear her throat from the lack of use.
Yawning softly, she wasn't immune to the early morning either, Kerryn shook her head. "No.. nothing." And she made her way out of the throng of people crowded around the stalls of the market, heading back towards the apartment to start her garden once again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 11:08 am
Bri's journal.
Dear Journal,
I noticed it when spring came and I started to work more. A certain restlessnes took a hold of Kerryn. I feel bad about having her cooped up in the apartment all day long when I work, I got transferred to day shift, and even more so now that I know some of her friends are missing and there is nothing I can do to help.
Well, I'm sure there is something, but Kerryn would insist that she is the one to do it, and I don't want her to blame herself if something bad happens. I know it's not my choice to make, because they're her friends. But, I'm going to protect her from those types of things by any way possible. If on some level she knows that something happened, she is unwilling to ask.
Lately, she's become obsessive about her garden and has yelled at me for going near the balcony and I hear her cry when she thinks I'm sleeping. I need to talk to her, something has to be wrong.. but I'm not a motherly type.. what if I can't help her or if she won't talk to me?
~Bri.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 11:15 am
Dear Journal, It has been a long time since I've wrote in you, and for that I'm sorry. I just keep getting pre-occupied with my garden which is actually growing. Well slightly. The buds have started to show and I'm going to take some pictures of them tomorrow to paste into you, journal. I miss Ronin and Yeste, and Ray too. I wonder if he liked the bracelet? Wait.. is that why he isn't talking to me? ~Kerryn
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 9:48 am
Dear Journal, I said I'd paste in a picture, so here it is.  I think it's looking good so far, although it is getting rather boring doing the same thing day after day after day. I keep feeling the need to explain what I'm doing to someone.. anyone. But, Bri won't listen when she's home she's too tired, and when she is at work my babysitter is teaching me. Not the other way around. ~Kerryn
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 10:18 am
Dear Journal, I've been looking back at some of my older entries and I realized that I had planned to go to the Glade again, but I never did. I think that I should go. And, go tomorrow, or even today at that. I'm sure I could convince Bri to allow me to go to the shop by myself, I wonder if anyone else will be there. Maybe Yeste? Or Ray? Or.. maybe they're off looking for the others. Bri told me what happened but, she said she couldn't get the time off to help - and I can't go by myself because I'm too young. Sometimes I get frusterated because I can't do the things I want to because of my age. But, getting back to the topic on hand. I really want to check out that stone that caught my eye, for some reason I still feel a nagging sensation that I should go and try to figure out what it is or what it does.. or .. anything, just so I stop wondering. Plus, I think I need a day out of the apartment, maybe two, or three, if I convince Bri that I'll be fine by myself. Sometimes I get the feeling that she still doesn't know how to handle another person, a younger person, in the house. She isn't really the strong maternal type as far as I know. ~Kerryn
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2005 12:36 pm
Kerryn had cleaned up the apartment with Stephen's help, and was waiting impatiently for Bri to get home from work. She was sitting up on the counter, staring at the clock which read 12:03am. Stephen had long since stopped trying to put her to bed, because Kerryn had insisted that today she was going to wait for Bri to come home, although a yawn had spliced her words as she informed him of that fact.
"When will she get here?" Kerryn asked, a frown on her face.
"Soon, your mom is normally here by quarter after, so we still have twelve minutes to wait, Rynnie." Stephen informed her with a smile from his position leaning against the wall across the room from her.
Kerryn's nose wrinkled as he called her Rynnie, "Kerr-ryn." She corrected automatically, as she did every time he called her that. A sigh excaped as she rocked her legs back and forth in the air. Come on Bri. Come on.
With a laugh Stephen nodded at her correction, yawning a little himself as the minutes ticked by.
Both of them jumped, when Bri opened the door to the apartment and let herself in moments later, almost 12:15am exactly.
"Briii!" Kerryn called in a sleepy manner, hopping down from the counter as she made her way over to the door recieve a hug from Bri.
Bri blinked at Kerryn and shook her head, "You should be sleeping, Kerr." She informed her before picking her up, an arm curling under her derriere as Kerryn's legs wrapped around her waist, head leaning on her shoulder. "You're going to be too big to do this soon, you know?"
Stephen stood off to the side, gathering her coat and slipping his sneakers on as Bri made her way into the kitchen with Kerryn clinging to her - she dug through her purse and pulled out forty dollars, handing them out to Stephen. "Thanks."
"No problem, Ms. Corbette. See you tomorrow." He made his way to the door, yawning softly as he headed down the stairs.
Locking the door behind him, Bri trudged down the hall to Kerryn's room to put her to bed, since Kerryn had fallen silent, "Tired, munchkin?" She asked, as she lowered Kerryn to her bed, ruffling her hair.
"Yes. But, I wanted to ask you if I can go to the shop tomorrow. I miss being there.." She yawned and pulled her covers up over herself as Bri tucked her in. "I know you're busy, so is it ok if I go by myself?"
Bri thought about it for a moment, "We'll see, Kerr, thanks for cleaning the house." Bending down to place a kiss on her 'daughter's forehead she thought about it for a moment, "Actually, yes you can, since you were a big enough girl to clean the house for me, you are big enough to go to the shop by yourself."
Kerryn could barely keep in the squeal that resulted, "Good night, Bri." She whispered as she snuggled into the covers.
"Night, Kerr." Bri responded, heading to the door and turning off the light as she headed to her own room to get ready for bed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2005 7:24 am
Dear Journal, (And Bri, since you'll probably read this to figure out where I went.) After you tucked me in, Bri, I left. Please don't worry. I couldn't stick around and pretend to be happy at the shop while I knew that my friends were missing. I'm not even sure if they were the ones on the boat, but I have to figure it out and sitting around isn't doing that for me. I've packed some food, and warm clothing, so that won't be a problem, I also brought some water just in case. I'll be fine. Please take care of my flowers, water them when the soil gets dry and keep them out in the sun for as long as possible before bringing them in. I'll be safe and I'll be home soon. ~Kerryn
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