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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:54 pm
3 / 4 / 10
A small rant. . . . . . . . . . .
I'm so mad right now, I can't believe it. I can't! I feel like my mom hasn't been listening to me since I've met her, because she keeps asking me the same dumb things and looking shocked when I answer her.
For the millionth time this week, Mom asked me how I was feeling. Fine, I guess. How was my head? Good. Did I feel at all nauseous or dizzy? No, I didn't. And then, after that same silence, she asked me,
"Do you feel like you remember anything new? Have you seen anything that sparks any memories?"
Give me a break. Yeah, I completely remember now - I've returned to normal and been so for a few days, I was just hiding it from you. What kind of a question is that, anyway? Of course, she got upset about it right after I said it.
Said, "There's no need to get angry at me, I'm just worried. You've never been this way before."
But of course I haven't! I'm not the daughter she keeps expecting, and it's not my fault that I'm not as 'cool' as the other girl. It's not fair that I'm like this, why didn't they cure me before I lost it all? Why did they have to wait until I was a lost cause to figure out the medicine?
I haven't even met anyone I used to know, yet. I don't know what that's supposed to mean, either - did I really have no friends? Was I loser? I guess I was worried for no reason, I don't think I ever left the house as a teenager. I don't care what my mom says, that many people left the Academy...it seems to me like at least one person would remember my face.
And why am I the only one who looks so weird? I have yet to see these 'other unique kids' my mom assures me exist. They must be extinct.
I'm a dinosaur. . . . . . . . . . .
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 12:43 am
3 / 12 / 10
Breaking news! . . . . . . . . . .
So I guess things have been a little bit better. And I said a little! Like a peanut, or something...tiny.
It's been really cool because Mom stopped asking me weird questions, and doesn't come checking in on me so much. I like it better this way, and I think she probably does, too. She talks on the phone all the time lately, though - mostly to this girl Eva who she keeps telling me about. The sister girl? She'll talk for hours, always raising her voice and laughing really loudly. Mom forgets sometimes that people can hear her just fine through the phone, I guess. I don't know what they have to talk about so much, but it's constant.
The biggest thing of all though, is that I'm not going to be the only kid in the house any more. Surprising, right? I thought so too, go figure! Mom says there's going to be a toddler in here soon, and it's a boy. I'd rather have a sister, but I guess the store must be out of them, because she insists that it can only be a boy. I heard her say, once, "There's too much estrogen in this house all the time." and I have no idea what that was supposed to mean...but I guess it has something to do with boys and why the store has no girls?
I'm secretly wishing every night that they send us the wrong baby, and we get someone else's. A really nice girl, but she has to look completely different than me...is that mean? I don't think so. Please, mailman, get it wrong!
I guess I'm going to have to wait, but I'll be sure to tell you all about it when the time comes! . . . . . . . . . .
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:55 pm
3 / 13 / 10
Arrival V.2 . . . . . . . . . .
There were things. On her face? How charming, even for a little kid. Adeline was glaring at Theo, the small bumblebee of a brother she had just acquired, with a look of utter disappointment. There was probably some resentment in there, too - weren't little siblings supposed to be sweet and nice? She could use this kid as a little yellow football.
Theo rocked back onto his butt from laughter, a long grin slashing his face to each of his pointy ears. The smile was pretty much standard for any cracked-up little kid, but there was something really odd that bothered Adeline the moment she realized it: the small, triangular points of white that were his teeth. Every last tooth in his mouth seemed to be like a tiny knife, and in horror, she drew back from him.
"Mom, he's got fangs. Do you see that? They're all funny."
As much as she meant for this to be an important fact for her guardian, she only got a look of sympathy. The pot calling the kettle black, it wasn't exactly like it was her place to be pointing out oddities in this punk when she had purple skin and snakes for hair. ...And two sharp fangs of her own, that she didn't count as the same thing. Maybe they'd have something in common after all. I mean, he was yellow too.
Theo rocked once more and rolled to his knees, crouching and squinting yellow eyes at something just above the ground. There were the beginnings of another crazy smile pulling back his lips.
"Ders one on her butt, too."
Adeline's tailsnake looked almost like it had grimaced, and she found herself instinctively covering her bottom with her hands in fear that he was looking at that instead of the snake.
No, he was still a football. . . . . . . . . . .
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 8:03 pm
3 / 15 / 10
Take. It. BACK! . . . . . . . . . .
You remember how excited I was about having a little brother? I wrote a whole page about it, you know. A whole page dedicated to the fact that we had put in an order for a new baby, and I was going to be an older sister from that day forward. If you recall, I was excited about it, too. ...Well, I CHANGED MY MIND. The THING we got is not a kid, it's something evil and it needs to leave the house. There's something wrong with it.
I thought I'd wait to see if maybe he would calm down, but he doesn't. He CANNOT calm down, and he's always being annoying and stupid and causing something bad to happen. Mom insists that it's just his toddler energy, and he doesn't know better yet, but I don't believe it. I watched him push a cup full of juice to the edge of the table, then knock it over right when Shia (our kitty) was walking beneath it. And then he laughed! It was on purpose! He repeats everything we say, steals things, hides from Mom, and ARGH I just want to give him to someone else!
What's even better is that everyone keeps thinking he's so adorable, like. "Oh Theo, look at his little antennas! He's precious! He's so sweet!" - even after he gnaws on their car keys and stuff. I don't know what's missing from his head but I want a different one. BRING THIS BOY BACK. . . . . . . . . . .
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Posted: Sun May 09, 2010 8:57 pm
5 / 9 / 10
Mothers' Day shouldn't end in a fist fight. . . . . . . . . . .
"What're you doin'?"
Theo leaned farther over his sister's shoulder, and she reacted by crouching equally more over what she was doing. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were set with such determination that it should've been enough to repel any more questions. It didn't.
"What. Are. You. DOOOOIN'?" The boy repeated, putting his sharp teeth only a fraction of an inch from the girl's ear, and was met with a backhanded swat that he only narrowly avoided. He snickered gleefully and danced around his target, standing squarely in front of Adeline's work and putting his hands on his hips. Whatever 'it' was consisted of a small square of cardboard, upon which the gorgon girl had crudely folded and glued paper to make a little scenery of flowers, and in the middle, a black kitty. It didn't look very much like a cat, but at least it was close enough to guess. Being the unobservant boy that he was, Theo didn't have the slightest idea what the heck that thing was for, but he could guess.
"I bet that's for your BOYFRIEND. ...It is, isn't it?! BOYFRIEND!"
"GO AWAY, THEO! YOU'RE SO STUPID!"
And this time she scrambled for the nearest projectile, settling on throwing a glue bottle at her brother. Her aim was so bad that he didn't even need to step away, so in a huff, Adeline hastily gathered her project into her arms and ran into the other room. She could hear her brother giggling behind her. Pretending that nothing had happened and slipping into the living room, her eyes spotted her mother sitting on the couch and she eagerly moved to her side. With a sudden shyness, Adeline cast her eyes to her knees and put the gift next to her parent, stammering something that sounded like "Happy mother's day, I didn't forget."
She was rewarded with a surprised squeak from her mom, and then a tight hug that ended with the little girl climbing up to sit, an indigo blush on her cheeks above a satisfied smile.
MOTHERS' day?
So that's what she had been up to. And she didn't tell.
Didn't have a present, hadn't really remembered. Now he was gonna look bad. What a jerk!
Theo had been watching the exchange from behind the doorframe, and had come to realize what exactly he had been missing all this time - and how stupid he was going to look now that he was the only kid in the house without anything to give his mom. He couldn't just NOT do anything, now that his older sister had made a big, ugly. THING. So the newly-grown child had to think fast about what his options were. ...Pick some flowers? No, girls didn't like weeds. Give her a grasshopper? No, she didn't like those either. And making a card was for sissies, so what did that leave?
He paused, eyes widening to impossible proportions. Now that was a good idea.
When he returned to the living room, there was an obvious swagger to his step - and his hands were hidden behind his back. The long smirk on his face wasn't hiding his immense satisfaction, because he had found his mom a gift after all. A nice one. With all the confidence in the world, and a nasty flick of his eyes over to Adeline, Theo sidled up beside Col and smiled sweetly up at her. "Happy mother's day, mum. I got you a present, you know. You're going to like it."
He could feel the intense burn of his sister's eyes on him, as Adeline had expected him to come up with nothing for this occasion. She was just going to love this, getting proven wrong. So that's when he turned over his present - a coppery glass pendant on a black cord, that could be worn as a necklace. His sister drew in a violent breath and straightened stiff as a board, her hair unwinding and beginning to hiss.
That was her necklace. He had gone into her room, and stolen something of hers, to give to their mom. She ought to kill the little runt. ...And yet, despite the obvious fury, her mouth remained clamped shut. Her eyes were suddenly beginning to swim with water, and that kept her silent.
"Oh...thank you Theo. That was thoughtful of you. It's very pretty." Colette's tone was hesitant, but not yet taking a side. She knew some kind of soundless exchange was going on between her kids, but couldn't yet decide what it was. So instead, "Would you mind going to my room and getting my purse for me? I want to use my cell phone." And Theo obediently left, jumping at the opportunity to be the 'favorite' child. There was another triumphant smile passed through the room before he left.
Being sure he was out of earshot, Adeline's mom put a hand on her shoulder and carefully placed the necklace in her daughter's lap. "...This is yours, isn't it?" There was a frustrated pout on the purple girl's mouth even as this was done, and she wouldn't look up. "It's okay to be angry, I'm sorry he's not getting along well with you."
A pause.
"Am I allowed to punch him?"
"I'm afraid not, babe."
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:57 pm
7 / 31 / 10
All the right places. . . . . . . . . . .
I have to say, I didn't think I'd actually ever live to see the day it'd happen.
Although I had apparently already been a teenager once in my life, I can't remember it at all. But I was starting to wonder if that's actually true - I mean, I thought I'd never reach that point again, anyway. My mom is the first to remind me that everyone grows at different rates, but I seriously thought I might be stunted. However, I'm happy to announce that I am NOT stunted, and I haven't felt as good as I do now in a very long time. It's...refreshing, to say the least.
As far as teenagers go I think I look pretty good. What I didn't get in terms of height, well....I do have curves. Not that it matters or anything, I'm just saying. They're there. For for real and everything, it's like you wait your whole life wondering what you're going to end up with, and then face the possibility of...uh...
What am I even saying?
Anyway, my clothes don't fit as well as they need to any more and I had to spend the better part of my morning fishing through my closet and dresser to find the pieces that could be salvaged. There wasn't much, let me tell you. As I write this I'm wearing an oversized band tee that my mom let me borrow, because apparently Theo couldn't handle the sight of me wearing one of my older dresses. All I heard for about an hour were variations of, "NO, COVER IT!" and "I DIDN'T THINK IT COULD GET WORSE."
Honestly? I was going to keep that dress on the whole day just so he could bear the 'trauma' of an outfit that isn't exactly my size. But my mom couldn't handle his yelling for that long and that's how I ended up here, with this giant garbage bag of a shirt, writing in you. He can really take his comments somewhere else because I'm far too pleased today to be bothered. In fact, I'll probably mention to him that he'll never have a girlfriend because he obviously has a fear of WOMEN.
Okay, I won't actually tell him. But he's stupid.
Going clothes shopping soon, haha! I feel like I have triumphed over this entire month.
Wish for my continued luck, you unresponsive piece of paper you.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 11:06 am
10 / 25 / 10
Planning for my escape. . . . . . . . . . .
Hey diary, I've neglected you. Sorry for that.
I tell you the most important stuff though, which is why I'm writing now - I recently talked to my mom and got permission to move into my dorm room. Hooray? I think so. As much as I'm going to miss seeing her every day, and waking up to breakfast (yes, even the half-cooked pancakes mom. It's funny every time.), I really need to put some distance between myself and my brother. Because my God is he annoying. There's not one day that passes in which he doesn't let me know how gross I am, or that I'm older than dirt, etc. I'm actually pretty sure the way he's acting now is worse than he was younger, I think I liked the crayon graffiti more than these nasty comments.
So yeah that's basically the plan...moving out in a week or two if I can. I'm not putting myself in full-gear, but I've already packed up a few things. Some of the random things I have laying around...my throw blanket, some shoes, my nail polish collection. Actually, why did I pack that? I'm going to have to dig it out later. I should've packed this diary instead.
Anyway, I've talked to Evangeline more often lately - she stops by every once in awhile now that she's basically done with her schooling. She really eager to see me all the time, especially since I became a teenager. I guess she's just being nice but I still feel like she's expecting me to remember her from the past. ...Which, I don't. Nevertheless she's coming over to 'help me pack' some time soon, so I guess I'll have to endure my guilt.
Am I allowed to feel guilty?
Well. I do. . . . . . . . . . .
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:12 pm
7 / 18 / 11
"Old as dirt". . . . . . . . . . .
When was the last time I picked this book up? It's been awhile...but I don't have a lot to report right now, so I guess I've been putting it off. You can't blame me for that, it's better than hearing me ramble about nothing at all.
The most interesting thing lately was getting completely moved into my dorm room. That was a unique sort of adventure, to say the least...all I can sum up is that I'm really glad I'm getting to share the room with my best friend. This would be so awkward if I didn't know my roommate. I'd have had to introduce myself and immediately let them know I won't bite them or eat their firstborn child. As it is, Sorrel and I have very similar tastes in decor, and our room is becoming very stylish. And it smells lovely!
Outside of a lot of drab colors, living in the school is okay... I kind of miss life at home, but getting a break from Theo is a welcomed relief. I still see him, and he still pisses me off, but at least I don't have to wake up every morning and see his stupid bee face in the living room.
On that note, I have to admit that most of the people I've met so far have been really pleasant. I guess I was expecting more people to make fun of me or freak out, but apparently I'm not as much of a sideshow as I've been made to believe. Maybe. Go figure, right?
By the way, I'm going to borrow Theo's favorite term for a minute here. I feel 'old as dirt' sometimes now. I feel like I've been sitting around forever, but haven't done nearly enough...
I need to get out more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 11:15 am
8 / 01 / 11
Did that really happen? . . . . . . . . . .
Um.
You remember how I mentioned I was getting a reception that was different than what I was expecting? That people were being nicer to me? Well I should go back and underline that part in my last entry, I actually just got asked out on a date by that boy Hank.
You know, the one I met back at the Halloween party? The very same. I guess he was looking at me after all.
I'm not even sure what to make of this, I think I'm still in shock. He said all these big poetic compliments that I can't even remember, and I think he embarrassed himself in the process... it's just all over my head right now. I kind of feel like he's made a mistake, who would really think all that about me? Of all people? I thought the only impression I left on people was "purple with snakes"...
I need to stop thinking about it.
I'll be sure to let you know how this works out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 1:28 am
10 / 30 / 12
So annoying, it's scary.
Teen > Adult . . . . . . . . . .
It was a little after 11AM and Adeline was perched on the end seat of a couch in the commons, with a sugary cup of coffee on the table beside her. She had hardly touched it, and seemed to be wholly absorbed in reading some article in a magazine she found on one of the tables. In fact, she barely offered a glance when Theo magically appeared and threw himself down on the other end of the couch. Not that she would have paid attention to him normally, though; it was usually a smarter choice to just pretend he wasn't there.
He wouldn't make that easy, which was somewhat unusual behavior for the bee boy. Normally he wouldn't risk being openly social with his snakey sister. That is, unless he had something planned. "Hey, Adeline." She raised an eyebrow, but didn't humor him with a response. He tried again with a better tactic. "Adeline. Hey, are you conscious or did you look in a mirror? Guess what I'm being for Halloween." This further pestering elicited a better response, since Adeline squeezed her eyes shut and slapped the magazine down on her lap. There was no use ignoring him now. "I don't want to guess, why don't you just save me the trouble by tell--"
That's when she opened her eyes and spared a real look over at Theo. There were yellow pipe cleaners twisted messily into his hair, curving out in all directions. A lot like they were snakes. He was wearing the biggest, most hideously pleased smile on his face as he replied, "You!" before diving off the couch and failing to avoid the magazine thrown at his face. . . . . . . . . . .
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