Journel

October 3rd, 2014

Don't worry, I haven't abandoned you. I just was too lazy to update you the past few days. Not that anything of substance had happened though. I guess I should go through my mortal day first though. I missed doing that because I know you like it when I do so.

So I had to write a little DBQ on the Neolithic Revolution. It was simple and easy. I have no idea why my mortal self needed two days to finish that but that's my true mind speaking once more. I could easily write that paper within seconds but doing that would not be good. Too suspicious and I cannot risk that.

Social Studies today in general was bland and boring. Italian, we finally got homework yesterday but because we had a quiz today, that is irrelevant. But we had a fire drill again in second period. When they began to shoo us backwards, I immediately contacted Meowth, who, in his injured state, had insisted he stay in the classroom while we go out. I was thinking that it was another bomb threat and both other times had had Meowth written all over it.

Not this time though for we were brought back in seconds later. I of course apologized to Meowth and he, being the soft-hearted jerk he is, forgave me. At least that happened and nothing else.

Orchestra. Today, and now every Friday from this point forward, was singing day. Zarchy said we sounded like a choir of angels. Sarcastic of course. He also said that he wouldn't subject anyone to hearing us sing and that if he, a really bad singer, can sing in front of a group of seventy-five judgemental teenagers, then we can too. It sounded worse than Masty trying to sing in a sharp key. No offense to him though.

Zarchy also said to the first violins, which consists on all the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth grade violinists sounded like us ninth graders, second violins. He said no offense to us but I was able to alter the mind of a guy in the front who said 'A lot taken'. I of course, in my persona, would not say that so taking a hold of my powers in the mortal world was the only way I could to get my point across.

Lunch was uneventful. I have taken to 'drawing' in my free time. I pretend to be so i can further listen in on the various conversations in the room. Most are odd and not information filled so I normally just allow Meowth to ramble so only I can hear him. It brings me comfort that, despite his injuries, he still insists on coming with me.

I had to take a very short English test today and gods was it easy. Then we did some stuff on Helen Keller, that girl who was blind and deaf. I already knew that information, thank you very much, but I guess it's good to refresh my memory, even if such information is terribly pointless to me. Meowth found it funny for some reason but he is also who indirectly pointed out the 'I Love My Dawgs' shirt on the kid in the 2012 picture yesterday. Gods, why do I keep questioning his logic?

Math was alright. I got a ninety on my math test plus two more points for bringing in a sock for the dry-erase boards. Petro also started a rivalry with his fifth period class, the one before us. Apparently when he told them what Luke said that we were the better class, they called us, frail, weak, crippled, etc. If I wanted to, I could easily strange whoever called our class that but I will not. It would be pointless to anyways and plus, I will not give Masty the motivation to do so himself.

But we can use crutches as weapons and today, when Petro pulled his little black lunchbox out of his backpack so he could get his water bottle, everyone, including me and Meowth thought it was funny. I wa surprised that he had to ask us what was so funny. His lunchbox looks like a purse. This generation is so immature it's hard to believe they even have brains at all.

This includes the strange question one guy asked one of the gym teachers yesterday. He had asked him if he was Petro's brother, which he obviously wasn't. He sarcastically said that he was his son. Sarcasm seems to be everyone's go-to style of talking nowadays. How it hasn't gotten someone into trouble yet is beyond my knowledge.

Anyways, on Tuesday, I forgot to mention that while we were waiting for the bell to ring so we could go to eighth period and leave the gym area, three guys were around the Gatorade machine. When one put a dollar in, he got a water bottle instead. I already knew what the problem was but I ignored it. When they were gone, a custodian came up and opened the machine, revealing it filled with water bottles. Oh yeah, that is so pointless I completely forgot this.

Science has been usual. I have a bloody test on Tuesday. There's a reason I hate Mondays and Tuesdays for that matter. Now I have a two day break from this nightmare.

But I only know one thing and that is that I can feel Blowy trying to overtake my mind once more but whenever I hear it, it gets replaced by something Meowth shoves to the front of my mind. Of course he would think it is something mortal related. He never met Blowy, or Copper and Flippie for that matter. He would assume it's something mortal related and try to shove it away.

Plus, I cannot help but feel a little guilty for moving on without them but they can never come back permanently. The Funnelers have put them there as their neverending destiny. Sure they can come back for visits but they would be short and so far, they have not visited at all. I don't know if that has something to do with work or if they simply don't want to.

I have grown so far apart from them that I honestly don't know anymore. I have Wheatley and the others with me but I have lost much more than I want to admit and I cannot help but feel hopeless. But even then, I cannot back down. For the sake of everything, I have to keep my head held high and keep moving forward. Even if it hurts, I have to.

Because no one else will.