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 Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:17 am
Journal Entry 1
On The Road
Right now all I'm seeing is plains and hills off in the distance. I've always loved those hills, the fact that all those trees make them look black, hence why there's a part of South Dakota called the Black Hills.
I haven't gone to far from that town, not just because I love the prairie, hills, and the South Dakota weather, but because my grandparents live here. They're the only ones I have left, and thank goodness they live on a farm. I still haven't told them about the animal I can become, or the fact that I can turn into an animal. Why would I? That would only cause problems. My grandparents are old fashioned, so I doubt I'd even have a place to live if I told them.
But besides that fact, it's great there. All the other farm animals they have, they've all warmed up to me a lot easier than they would with any other person. The mean horse that my grandpa has, Angel, he's got it in for anyone and everyone besides my grandpa. But, it only took a full three days to get that horse to fall in love with me. I didn't give up, and I think that's what got him to trust me even more.
The taxi driver is quiet, he hasn't said one thing to me this entire time. Though he does keep staring at me.. Creepy, but I doubt he'll do anything. This guy seems more like the stare, stalk, but never actually harm kind of guy. Also, he has a bad taste in music, I can barely concentrate enough to write. It's that bad.
~ Daisy
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 7:34 pm
Journal Entry 2
Midnight Tonight
I wonder what this driver is drinking to be so awake right now. We've been driving for five hours straight, I guess he really wants to get me there. But why would it matter to him, the longer it takes the more he gets paid. Wait.. Who is this guy? He told me his name.. Zach, I think. Did my Taxi driver say that his name would be Zach over the phone? .. Maybe I'm just being to paranoid. Yeah, that's it.
I'm going to take my mind off of the above topic and point out how beautiful it looks outside right now. The corn crops go for miles it seems, and the stars.. You can even see star clusters! I think I even saw a few shooting stars. I mean, I see this all the time out on the farm, but for some reason it feels more special while we're driving by. I wish I had a camera to take pictures of it all. Oh, and we can't forget about the moon. Which makes me think of that movie, Annabelle. I think I'd like to name a daughter that name, if I ever have a girl, or even kids for that matter.
Thinking about home makes me realize how much I'm missing everyone already. I've only been gone for 5 hours, and it feels like I've been gone for 5 days. I hope the help my grandpa hired are good people, and I hope that Angel will be okay enough for them. Though I guess Grandpa will take care of Angel himself. I miss my cat. Even though he's a butt head, I miss sitting on my bed reading and him laying by my feet sleeping. Also I wonder how my dog is doing, she must be wondering where I'm at. Oh, I hope I'm not gone too long. The moment I get home, I'm giving her the biggest hug ever. And hopefully Angel will forgive me, I did talk with him earlier today telling him about it, he seemed a little upset with me. I'll just give him some treats, maybe that will mend his upset heart.
Well, I guess I'm going to take a nap. Even if this creep keeps staring at me. I need all my strength for tomorrow at the town. Goodnight.
~ Daisy
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:40 pm
Journal Entry 3
Good Morning SD!
Ah~ We're only a few more miles until we get there. I wanted to write in here before I got there because I have no idea when I'll be able to write next. To be seeing everyone again will put a part of me at ease. I've been thinking about them all, all of us who survived. I want to see how they're doing, I want to know what they went and did. Where they went to. It's so exciting, I can barely hold back a smile. I don't want to creep out the taxi driver like he has to me.
Now, besides that. I wonder how much they've all grown up in the past three years. I know I have changed a lot. I used to have long hair, and boy was I flat. I wonder if Sarina kept her hair long, it was so much prettier than mine long. And Diego, I wonder if he's gotten taller. Delilah, Alec, Willow, Nikolai, Cyrus. Everyone. I want to know how they've all changed. And maybe, just maybe the ones who are shy or would just rather not speak have decided to open up a little more. Wouldn't it be nice? They're missing so much keeping to themselves all the time, there's so much more for them to learn. About the world. About people. Sure there's a lot of bad about people, but there's also so much good.
You know what I always wondered.. What would Cyrus look with short hair? Eh, anyway...
I can see it! The town, it's getting bigger and bigger! I guess I should get going! My dear friends, I'm coming.
~ Daisy
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 7:47 pm
Journal Entry 4
A house is not a home.
Unless someone you love,
lives inside it.
What a saying right? I think I've heard that somewhere.. Or maybe not, but probably. Anyway, not the point. I'm sitting in my room right now. My room.. I thought it was burnt to a crisp, I thought everything I owned was gone. But it's not just my home, it's the entire town. I came here thinking that this place would be pretty much a ghost town.. But I mean.. If you could just SEE it. Everything is exactly how it was before the meteor hit. How? Who could have done this? And if someone did do this, how could they get every little detail right? I mean, even the dirty laundry I had in my basket is still in there.
I remember that morning. It wasn't the best way to wake up, not only because of the meteor a little later that morning. But because of the first thing I wake up to hearing.
Well, this journal isn't meant for awful things such as those memories.
Let's just say it's nice I guess. Everyone's a little weirded out, and I'll admit, I am too. But.. It's also nice. Because this was my room, a part of me. And when it got destroyed, so did that part of me. But seeing it, seeing it just as I had left it.. Feels like someone had found the missing piece and stuck it right back into place. But there is one thing, that not even God himself can bring back. And that's our families. No one really had pets around here, but.. My own guinea pig isn't in it's cage. The poor thing, probably didn't know what hit him. But, I guess that could be a good thing..
Oh! I'm doing it again! Bad. I think I'm going to stop writing, I'm just going to end up putting more and more sad things at this rate.
~ Daisy
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 7:49 am
Journal Entry 5
The Library Is My Home
I wasn't really thinking about it when I said it. But as I came up to the library the first words that slipped out of my mouth was, Home. Strange, as neither of my parents ever went to the library. If my father needed information, he used the internet, and my mother only needed to read for new recipes. She wasn't much of a fan of reading, she thought of it as a waste of time. But even so, she never scolded me for going. Even if she were tied down by father, she wouldn't allow it to happen to much to me.
So why, then. Why? Why would I call this my home, the only person I talked to here was the librarian. She was a kind old woman, who knew SO much. I could have talked with her every day and wouldn't have gotten the least bit bored of it.. People just didn't understand her though, I heard all the time, how people mocked her. How they would talk to one another about how much of a old crazy witch they thought she was, along with many other awful words. It was hard to put up with it, and I never told her the things I heard other people say. But I guess I didn't have to, I'm sure she knew. I'm sure she knew.
Oh, there I go. On sad things again.
How about this, I found my favorite book again! It was just as where I had left it. Now, I'm sure you're wondering, why wouldn't it be where you left it? It's a book, in a library. It's supposed to go in a certain spot. Ah, no. I hid this certain book, not even the librarian knew about it. It may be selfish, but it was the only book I never wanted anyone to take home. It was MY book in a way. How many times I had read it, it felt like mine. So yes, it was in the exact same spot I hid it the night before the accident.
The more I stare at my book, the more I can't wait to read it again, for the 20th time. Haha, well. I'm going to start reading it again. Goodbye.
~ Daisy
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