Journel

September 16th, 2014

So, I am going to change my sceduale tomorrow. Lunch forth period and my new English class fifth period. I just wonder where this room is. I need to turn my path to that now and I honestly do not care. Mrs Pickford crossed the line, so to speak, and it was enough to even get Masty over the edge. I don't care honestly.

Today was a normal day and I have noticed Masty's taking on Ezio's Assassin training becoming more obvious than usual. I guess my Italian class is bringing it out in up in him. He can't help it and I honestly am fine with it. He knows what he chose to do with his friendship with Ezio and so he can do what he wants.

I almost miss my English class. I might not like the teacher but I liked the class, at first. Then Meowth, of course, he reminded me. Over and over again until my mortal mind was overpowered. I know that he's right. He's right and I'm wrong. I understand that and I ignore the faint pain. It has to be done. Plus, I am not a mortal. I am not one of them and so I cannot become close to them. Otherwise, everything will surely fall apart at any given moment. And I will do whatever I need to do to prevent that from ever happening.