~ My life is Rainbow Fluff. . . [[DISCONTINUED]]

[GizmoTheDragon]

I regret to inform you that this diary has been discontinued. I have decided to use this idea for a more serious story on another website. (The characters are humans, but most of the names are kept and so are the basic ideas.)

Dear inanimate object that I'm supposed to pretend can actually respond to me,

You have a really long name, you know. I'm not going to lie, it's a real mouthful. My name's Chrysallis, you know, like the ones that butterflies come out of? I guess we both have long, weird names, and just another thing we have in common, I suppose. Well, you're probably wondering why I even have a diary. I bet your expecting the normal excuse like 'oh, my mom gave it to me and bla bla.' or perhaps, 'You were an heirloom from my dead great grandmother', or even 'You rained down from the sky while I was out hunting unicorns'. The real answer is. . . none of the above.

It's actually sort of a serious thing, and I'm going to be honest with you, I am not a serious person. I've always been that goony, class clown girl who does stupid stuff to make people laugh, like trying to sharpen her claw in the electric pencil sharpener (that hurt), trying to stuff her fist down the throat of the giant python that appeared in the playground (that one really hurt), or trying to playfully fist-bump the strongman at the circus because she's trying to show off to her cynical cousins (look, my paw has suffered a lot of abuse. I'm just glad it's attached yet)

I'm writing in a diary because I'm moving. It's a long story, but not that long ago, my parents died in a plane crash. They were flying down to go to our the funeral for our great-aunt, who Mum was very close to, by the way, and the plane went out of control. Everyone on board died. This is why I didn't want to bring it up, because now I'm holding back tears, and I hate crying. I hate feeling sad. It's the worst feeling in the world. I hate it with a burning passion. Well, I'm going to try to move on now so there aren't any tearstains on your pages.

Anyway, we're being driven to the other side of the country. (There was no way in hell that we were taking a plane) We're going to be living with our Uncle Terrance, who's on our dad's side of the family. We don't really know him that well, because he lives so far away. But him and his wife Calliope only have one kid, a daughter, and they were willing to adopt us. So I had to say goodbye to all of my friends (I didnt' have many close ones, just. . . Okay, I don't want to go into that either. that'll just make me more sad than I already am. I hate sadness. Grrr!)

We'll, I have all the time in the world to write in you, yet nothing that I really want to say. Descriptions of me and my siblings, perhaps? Yeah, sure. As I said before, I'm Chryssalis, but people call me Chris. The only people in the world who can get away with calling me Chrissy is my little sister Lucy and my even littler brother Will. Actually, scratch that, it's just Lucy. Then there's my older siblings, Caleb and Katie. I'm the middle child at fourteen years old. Caleb and Kate are twins, and both sixteen years old. Lucy is twelve, and Will is only seven. That makes five of us, well, it'll be six when Uncle Terrance's kid joins the bunch.



Well, that's a picture of me. I'll give you pictures of the others later. It's late, and I don't have any more to say anyway.

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object that has not responded to me yet, but I feel like should,

I've officially made your name even longer. You can thank me later. Anyway, we should be getting to Terrance and Calliope's house sometime tommorow afternoon. For now, we're crashing at a cheap hotel for the night because no one really trusts Caleb or Katie to stay awake long enough to drive us all through the night. It's like midnight where we are right now, and it's kind of messing with my head because we've already crossed a few timezones. We've seriously been travelling for like three days now, so if we don't get there tommorow, I swear I'm going to lose my mind. You know how hard it is for a hyperactive kid to sit in a car all freaking day long? I'd prefer Chinese finger torture. (My paw can stand the abuse, I'm sure its been through worse)

Anyway, the hotel we're in is not exactly the best hotel we can be at. Seriously, the TV is staticy, and Will was staring at it like it was brain washing him. It was seriously scary. There's pretty little cobwebs in the corners and it smells like cigarrette smoke in here and there's a monster in the bath tub. All I can say is that we better get some good free breakfast from this place. (Yeah, that's the only reason why we stayed here, for free breakfast. Man, we're pathetic.)

So, you probably want to know about my siblings, and I'll tell you, they aren't something you really want to know too much about. Well, I'll give you the scoop on my sisters. That's mainly because my brothers are both asleep and they slobber when they're asleep, and I'm not going to put pictures in here of them drooling and sleepy. That would be gross.



That's my older sisters Katarina, or, as everyone else calls her, Katie. She's my older sister, and let me tell you, she's a pain to have as a sister sometimes. She's proud, but it in complete denial of it, she never seems to do anything wrong, and is kind, considerate, and, as far as we know, well behaved. I'm not any of those things, so you can see where we might not get along. She's the one who tends to scold me when I do something that I know is stupid, which is kind of rubbing salt on the wound. (I've done that, and it's not fun. It stings like hell.)



Then there's my little twelve year old sister Lucille, who I get along with a lot better than I do with Katie. Lucille is a sweet little girl, but she's misguided, bubbly, oozes happiness, radiates energy, doesn't shut up a lot of the time, and can make black into white. So of course, I love the girl. She's great company, especially when your feeling kind of down. The only problem though is she's kind of sensitive. Honestly, you say one wrong word and she bursts into tears. She just takes everything hard and feels everything so deeply. (Wow, that sounded like i actually knew what I was talking about. Maybe I'll have a career in physiology. Wait, no, I meant psychology.) Don't you think I'd make an excellent psychologist? Here's what would probably happen. . .

Me -- *is wearing on of those fancy white lab coats and glasses on the tip of my snout* So, how do you feel about that?
Patient -- *is laying on a fancy couch* Um, I haven't told you my problem yet.
Me -- And how do you feel about THAT? *nibbles muffin*
Patient -- Why do you have a muffin?
Me -- How do you feel about that?
Patient -- About what?
Me -- About my muffin *nibbles muffin again*
Patient -- Kinda jealous, I want a muffin too.
Me -- NOW we're making progress *hands muffin*
Patient -- *nibbles* Wait, does this have blueberry in it?
Me -- Yes, why?
Patient -- *whole body is swollen up* I'M ALLERGIC TO BLUEBERRIES!
Me -- And how do you feel about that?
Patient -- INFLATED LIKE A BALOON!
Me -- And how does that make you feel?
Patient -- INCREDIBLY FAT!
Me -- Why are you talking in all caps?
Patient -- BECAUSE I'M A REBEL CHILD!
Me -- How do you feel about THAT?
Patient -- REBELLIOUS!
Me -- Why are you stating the obvious?
Patient -- 'CAUSE I'M A REBEL!
Me -- Do you get sick of being a rebel?
Patient -- NO, BECAUSE I'M A REBEL!
Me -- OH, KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE CAPS!
Patient -- NO!
Me -- That's it! *throws muffin at wall* I QUIT! *storms out*
Patient -- You know, I came here for arachnephobia, and I now have more problems than when I actually came in. . . IMMA REBULL!

Okay, now that I look at it, I'd be a terrible psychologist. That's one career off my potential dream job list. Now there's only one billion, nine hundred ninety nine thousand, nine hundred ninety seven more jobs to go. (I've already gotten rid of plumber, on account of the fact that I ruined the sink trying to get Lucy's favorite ring out of the drain. Oh, and exterminater after I got bit by a rabid racoon that was hiding under our porch and had to get several vaccinations to prevent my own death. That was a realy joyride, I tell you.)

Enough talking about future jobs, though. I'm tired, it's one in the morning now, and I want to sleep for a few hours before getting up and sitting in a car for a gazillion more hours. Bye! Have fun being inanimate!

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object that it appears will never respond to me, no matter how much I want it to,

Sometimes, I don't understand why you won't talk back to me. Am I just that boring to talk to? Have I lost my edge? Am I not as funny as I tink I am? I can tell good jokes, believe me. Seriously, a lot of people have told me I'm funny. I've made people cry with laughter, and one kid even laughed so hard he almost peed himself. Why aren't you laughing at me? Why aren't you laughing with me? Why don't you even react at all!?
COME ON, SAY SOMETHING!!!!

Well, now that I'm done with my daily outburst of complete insanity, let me get on with what's actually going on in the life of Chris. We finally got Uncle Terrance's just in time to meet the family and eat dinner with them. The thing is, dinner (or rather, the events after dinner) didn't go all that well, but let's introduce them first.



That's Aunt Calliope on the left and Uncle Terrance on the right. They seem like okay people. Terrance is a science teacher at Washington Junior High, which is the public school that Lucy will be going to, because she's only in seventh grade. Me and Caleb and Kate are going to go to Washington High. Anyway, he actually seems like a nice guy, but maybe a bit weird and kind of out there. He's . . . quirky, that's the right word. I get the impression that Aunt Calliope is going to be one of those 'over-protective parent' types.

Well, we ate tacos and then we went outside and explored their backyard a bit. Now, back where we used to live, we had a patch of grass surrounded by a picket fence, and we were crammed in between two neighbors that don't really like us that much. That is not the case with this house. There's a huge field and a forest beyond that. So, there's a lot to explore. We set out, with our guide being cousin Amber Lea, who showed us around. She almost shoved me in a creek by 'accident' after I tried to make her eat some mystery berries. (the girl's going to be fun to live with, can you tell?)

Along one of the trails, we came to this little ravine thing with another little creek going underneath it. There was a huge vine hanging overhead, stuck to this huge oak tree. "Well, this is where you swing across." Amber Lea said, handing Caleb the vine. Caleb, who insists that he's a daredevil and a bad boy (ALL THE FREAKING TIME) gets a running start and swings across like Tarzan. Okay, I was thinking it was looking pretty awesome.

After that, Lucy insisted on going, but then chickened out, but then decided to go again. She screamed like a little girl all the way across and fell on her face by the time that she got there. But, at least she made it. Oh, then it was Will's turn, and he eagerly went across screaming like a maniac. (He idolizes Caleb, and I sort of have a sinking feeling that he's going to turn out like Caleb, and then the future of humanity will be lost completely. you can weep with me now.)

It came down to Katie, and she was like. "No! I can't swing across." Well, they were by the edge, and when Amber Lea tried to take the vine back so she could hand it to me, Katie wouldn't budge. She was just staring down in terror like the vine was the only thing keeping her from death. (Seriously, it wasn't that far down. Only about five or six feet)

After about five minutes, I decided to take matters into my own paws. I walked up and shoved Katie off the ledge yelling. "Swing, you weenie!" There was two inherrent problems with that. One, Katie would've killed me for even thinking about pushing her over the edge of the little ravine. Two, Amber Lea was holding the vine too, so they both went swinging away. It didnt' end well. They both fell off the vine and landed in the creek. They were both soaking wet, and Katie had landed on top of Amber Lea, and Amber Lea is about thirteen years old, but she's really small for her age. So Amber Lea had gotten Katie's paw to the face, and she now has a black eye. They're both sitting on the couch, shivering, and Amber Lea is giving me the death glare. Katie is too by the way, but I'm used to that.

Man, those two are going to kill me. Well, here's a picture of Amber Lea after her little incident.

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object who appears to be mute and refuses to respond to me,

I have some delightful news: I have school tommorow. WOOP-freaking-EE! I'm going to be plopped into a new school, three-quarters through the year, in the middle of April, with no friends. Can anyone understand why I'm breaking out the sarcastic party hats? Exactly. Sure, I get along with a lot of people, but the people who don't fit into that catergory are just flat out annoyed by me. Who knows, maybe Washington High School wil be full of a bunch of jerks without a sense of humor? (That, friends, would make me die from sheer boredom. I'd die so hard I'd die to death.)

I guess I never actually got around to telling you about my new life. Since I had a nice, relaxing day today, I figure I may as well tell you some stuff. First of all, I want to finish the descriptions of my siblings, because I never did get around to telling you about my brothers. I've got pictures of them now, and they aren't sleep-drooling.



There's Caleb, in all of his dare-devil bad boy-ness. I guess since Katie is the goody-two-shoes, Caleb thinks that he has to be the perfect opposite, which he is, I'm not going to lie. He managed to break all of our parents rules, and sometimes all of them at once. People think I'M trouble? No, they haven't seen anything until they've met him. I'm a playful prankster, but Caleb is like a poltergeist, compared to me.



Then there's William, but everyone just calls him Will. Honestly, I think he'd be a sweet little kid if he didn't treat Caleb like God. Like I said earlier, Will wants to be just like Caleb, and that means that every male in this family is going to be certafiably insane and, more than likely, sharing the same prison cell. (Might have to throw me in there with them, depending how things pan out with my life.) Then Lucy is probably going to have to bail us out, because Katie will just be like "Good riddance , it's about time they're in prison." Yes, I've thought this out that much.

Well, it's time to tell you about my life in my new residence. We've each got our own rooms, because this house is practically a mansion. The con of that is that my room is below the ground. Yep, you heard me, it's in the basement. There's a door that goes strait outside from the basement hallways, though, because the house is built on a hill. That's kinda cool, but there's spiders down here. (Now I'm making a face like this: O.O) Well, my room is big and square with a bed. The sheets on the bed are cream colored, and I put down the quilt that Gramdma made me for my birthday a few years ago. The walls are painted a pumpkin orange color, which I'm totally digging because orange is my favorite color. ORANGE! :D Anyway, I've got a closet and a dresser with a mirror on it. the floor is all cold though, because it's tile. Aaaaaand, that's about it.

So, the only other peson with a room in the basement is. . . no one! Everyone else chose rooms upstairs. The only other room down here is the guest room and some storage closets. Well, that's all I really have for now, because there's not really anything else to say, for now. Bye! Wish me luck at school. . .

. . . and, you still don't respond. ._.

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object who I never have to worry about talking about me behind my back because YOU DON'T TALK!

Today was my first day going to the crazy-insane brain prison called public high school, and let me tell you, it ain't pretty. (Yes, I said ain't. Don't start scolding me like an English teacher) Sure, I went to a public high school before, but it wasn't a high school designed in the image of Nazi Germany. This place screamed oppression, and depression for that matter. People walked around nearly silently in the hallways, talking in hushed voices. Teachers watched with hawk-like eyes around every corner, scrutinizing the students' every move. (Wow, i could be a writer, couldn't I?) Ohhh, time to test that hypothesis! Here's a poem I wrote. It's called. . . Poem

Poem
I write you, and i'm bored
Poem
I write you, and I'm even more bored
Poem
I write you, and now I snore
Poem
I write you, and snore rymes with door
Poem
I wrote you, now I'm bored to the core
Poem
I wrote you, bore me no more

ERMAGERD! IT'S SO BERTIFURRRRLLL!
Not! Time to take writer off of my list of potential careers! Anyway, you probably want to hear about my day at school. That wasn't pretty either, but, since you're my inanimate book thing that I share intimate secrets with for no reason at all, I may as well tell you. So, I walked into educational prison camp and I got to my first class without incident. That was strange, because trouble usually follows me like a shadow. (You can probably tell because of the numerous incidents that I've informed you of already)

Well, I got through two classes uneventfully, none of which I really remember because I was zoning out and twisting the extra wire at the bottom of my notebook into a smiley face. In second period, I met a girl named Tina. She seemed pretty nice, or at least she was willing to talk to me. I talked a while, and I ened up going to lunch with her and sat at a big long table with her and her friends. I could tell that these were normal people, normal girls I mean. I don't generally get in with that crowd, mainly because anyone with an ounce of sanity at my old school ran way screaming before I set them on fire. (That almost happened once. Oopsies.)



I was happy to talk to them for a while until Miss Super-Attractive Popularity Chick plopped into the seat across from me. That's when things started to go kind of sour.

"Hey, you're like the new girl, right?" she said, her voice friendly but her eyes clearly saying. I don't want you here.

I'd dealt with these girls at my old school. Mainly by putting them on fire accidentally. (Still, oopsies.) But iId dealt with them none the less. I ate one of the french fries on my tray. "That's me." I said cooly. "My names Chris."

"But, uhhh, Chris is a guy's name." Miss Super attractive popularity chick said, running a comb through the silky fur on her ears. "I think you might be a girl."

I grinned, not letting myself look insulted. "I'm a girl, trust me. I don't wanna have to prove it to you." I replied, dipping another french fry in my ketchup. The food here wasn't bad, I have to admit. Maybe it's better than it was in real Nazi Germany. then again, crude impersinations never get everything right.

A smile lit up MSAPC's face. "Prove it then, because you don't look like a girl to me." she said, and looked around the lunchroom before pointing to someone at a table across the room. "Go over there and kiss the guy at that table, then I'll know you're a girl."

I let out a huff, eyeing up the guy she was poiting at. I couldn't see much of him from that far away, just the back of his brown shirt. I glanced back at MSAPC. "That proves nothing. Anyone can stage a kiss. A guy can kiss a guy, you know." I remarked. There! Let her chew on that one!

MSAPC snorted. "Just go." she said. "Or you'll never fit in."

I shoved my tray at her. "Maybe I don't want to fit in." I growled and stalked away. Still, I was never one to back down from a dare. So was I going to walk up to a random stranger and kiss him? Hell yes. I was steamed, and I wasn't going to let that she demon think she was superior to me. So, I walked right up behind the guy, and when he turned around to look at me I kissed him right on the lips. Man, the expression on his face afterward was PRICELESS.

It almost makes me proud to be as daring as I am.

Oh, and then there was the comment of. "What the [[insert swear word of your choice here :) ]]?!" I grinned and backed away. "Hey, I'm the new girl." I said, holding out my paw to him to shake. He shook it, still looking sort of dazed.

A pair of brown eyes was looking up at me accusingly. "New girl, sane people don't just walk up to strangers and kiss them around here. You know that, right?" she said.

I smiled. "I'm not a sane person." I replied. "It was a dare, by the way."

The girl smiled. "I like you already. You've got guts. Well, I'm Autumn. That's my brother Mitch and the other kid is Jason." she said, pointing at the two guys sitting at the table with her.

The guy who I'd kissed, Mitch, was practically rolling on the floor laughing. "Wow." he said, finally looking up at me. "That's some dare you accepted."

The other guy was staring at us both in shock. "What the heck!? Who does that, even on a dare?" he exclaimed.

Autumn let out a seemingly uncharacteristic girly giggle. "You're just jealous that it wasn't you, Jason." she commented.

Jason looked like he blushed through his fur a little bit on that one. "I never said that!"

Well, it turns out those three were the only friends I got that day, and they were all I needed. Anyone who could look at that situation and laugh was a great friend for me, because, knowing me, I'll probably drag them into worse before it's all over with. Don't believe me? You just wait.



That's their pictures! (in order from left to right: Autumn, Mitch, and Jason) Bye for now, book thing!

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object that is an excellent listener, but a terrible conversationalist,

What's up with you? Yeah, I didn't think anything was up with you. You're just a book, you know. Not much seems to happen in your life. Do you even have a name? Nope, didn't think so. What's up with me, you'd ask if you had a voice? Not much is going on with me either. I'm just laying on my bed, listening to my iPod, and writing in you. Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?

Yes, I am actually having a conversation with you. I've lost my bleeping marbles.

Well, in all actuality, I found a few things out today. First of all, I discovered that I have math and science with Autumn, and then I have gym with Mitch. I don't have any classes with Jason. (Which is kind of sad, because that's one third of my friends that I don't have classes with) that also leaves one class where I know absoloutely nobody at all. Oh, and I found of Miss Super Attractive Popularity Chick's name is actually Bianca, so I dont' have to call her MSAPC any more. That's good because I'd always forget how it was abreviated and I'd have to look back and the first time I wrote it to make sure I wrote it right again. (It seriously took me a half an hour to write the tail end of that last entry because of that.)



Oh, and guess what charming young individual I met in my technology class? (Which is the only class I have where I have no friends) That would be him right up there, with the awesome muscles dark fur, the extremely attractive purple eyes, the sexy rainbow surfboard, and the surprisingly somewhat feminine glowing purple necklace. His name is Darius, but he insists on everyone calling him Shado. (No 'w' on that, he put a lot of emphasis on that.) He's very cool, suave, full of himself, and is the kind of bad boy that Caleb wants to me. (xD Laughing at that one) Well, I ended up having to sit by him, and he wouldn't have been bad company if he hadn't been hitting on my every five seconds. and i kinda flirted back

LET'S FORGET I WROTE THAT AND CROSSED IT OUT! M'KAY?

So, when I plopped down in my little rolly-spinny chair and started working on my typing assignment. (I'm a terrible typer, by the way. I basically sit there and poke the keyboard with my paw and say, 'Why aren't you making words?!') Darius turns to me and says something in a foreign language that sounds like a pick-up line. (I don't know what language it was, but I can only assume it was something flirtatious because everyone within hearing range of us giggled.)

I kept paw-pecking the keyboard. "Me no habla Espanol." I replied, which, for all of you non-Spanish speaking people means 'I don't speak Spanish.'

He kind of laughed at me. "That wasn't Spanish, sweetie. That was French." he replied. "The language of love." That comment made me roll my eyes. Before I could say some sort of witty retort that you'd expect out of me, he said. "So, I hear you're the new girl. What's your name?"

I grinned mischievously. "Me llamo el helaudo." I replied. There, let him chew on that one, if he understood it.

He seemed to get it. "Your name is ice cream? I thought it was Chris."

"If you knew, why'd you ask?" I questioned. By then, I'd gotten a full sentence done in my typing. Go me!

He shrugged. "I wanted to make sure." he commented smoothly. "Besides, everyone in school knows about you after your stunt yesterday. I was kind of wondering if you'd give me the same treatment as you did Mitch."

I quirked an eyebrow. "In your dreams, punk." I replied. I continued pecking with one paw and my other paw curled around a pencil. If I tried anything, I was going to stab him in the paw. (Not my best stunt, but better than the time I almost stabbed one kid in the eye with my crayon in second grade.)

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Nope, in your dreams."

Aaaaaand that was when I stabbed him with my pencil. I honestly didn't want to draw blood, but I did. Soon enough the stab wound in his wrist started spraying blood all the place. Great going, I know, and maybe I did feel a tiny bit of remorse. (But I killed it with a spoon. Stupid regretful part of Chris. [probably called my conscience xD]) He put on a hoodie that covered it up. After that, we sort of flirted talked, and he wasn't actually bad company.

Well, bye inanimate book. Sorry for torturing you with my terribly boring day. (not)

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object that somehow manages to put up with my nonsensical rambling without going certibiably insane,
I'd just like to start out my conversation with you by saying that I don't know why I'm bothering to write in you. Sure, I like writing in you. It's good for venting my feelings and stuff, but all of my other siblings got diaries and they aren't writing in them. You see, when we found out we were going to move some hundreds of miles to live with Terrance and Calliope, our grandma gave us each a diary so that we could record our new lives. That didn't go over so well. Sure, we thanked her because she's a kind, elderly woman who's spoiled us with cookies and other baked goods for the majority of our lives, but after that, the diary idea went down the toilet. Caleb threw it out the car window on our way here, which was extreme, I have to admit. (Maybe he secretly has inner turmoil, like in those teen drama/angst series?) Will 'accidentally' flushed his down the toilet. Katie locked hers in her dresser, but I haven't seen her with it. Lucy may actually write in hers eventually, I don't know. She seems like that kind of person.

Anyway, about my day. The entire freshman class took a field trip to the North West Art Museum. When they said 'art museum' I was picturing a building made of granite and built like the Pantheon. You know, with the giant pillars and the stairs made of stone? Well, it wasn't exactly like that. In fact, it was pretty cool. It was a huge, tall tower-like modern building. Inside, it was basically a huge, spiralling ramp that went up some thousands of feet, encased by glass and steel. The art was along the walls on the ramp, so it was a giant walk-through museum. There was also and elevator right in the middle of the spiral, and the sides were made of glass. Even if you took the elevator up, you could still see everything zip past.

Autumn, Mitch, Jason, and I ran right for the elevator, and we were the first ones up it. Everyone else just walked up the ramp boredly. The elevator took us up to the top floor, which was open to the air and had a bunch of topiary sculptures and other things that wouldn't fit inside the building. It was amazing. I called the others over to this one sculpture and we took a funny picture by it. (shown below)

Lol Funy faces :3

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It was a really fun time. We sat up there and told jokes and pretended to do the worksheet that we had. Want to see my answers to it?

"What was your favorite piece of art and why?"
The hedge thing that looked like a dragon, because it was a bush that looked like a dragon.

"Name a piece by a famous artist that you saw."
The Mona Lisa by Leonardo Decaprio (I soon got told that that was Leonardo Da Vinci. Oops Oh, and that the Mona Lisa is in some art museum in Italy or something. Oh well)

"Name a piece that used colors to make you feel emotion. How did it made you feel?"
The bush that was shaped like a dragon made me feel leafy and.

Ah, that's just a sampling of my work from today. On a scale from one to ten on the sarcasm scale, I give it an eleven. For a letter grade. . . probably a D. Well, I had fun. As you noticed, I'm majorly procrastinating on getting to the point. Everyone knows that I can't have a normal day, ever. Yesterday is was Shado the extremely attractive punk, and the day before that it was the amusing scenario in which I met my new friends.

Today, I got kidnapped by guys in lab coats. That's a real weight off of my chest, I tell you.

You see, we stayed on the top floor the whole day, and after all the other students left for lunch, we were up there trying to figure out how tall the building was. (And what would happen if we spit on the people walking on the sidewalk below.) Suddenly, Jason flopped to the ground. We tried to wake him up, and we found a dart in his back. Before we knew it, we were unconscious. The last thing I remember seeing are these guys in white coats coming towards us. Everything after that is nothing. We woke up in the same place on the floor, in the art museum. Something must've happened while we were asleep, though. We've all been feeling sick and weird ever since.

So the reason why I have no interesting conversations for you is because I can hardly remember anything that happened today. I just figured out what I did today because of the pictures of us making funny faces on my phone and the worksheets we had. No one seemed to notice our abscence, and we woke up right before we all had to leave. We didn't tell anyone about it, and that may not have been a good idea. then again, what would we tell the teachers? We got knocked out by strangers in funny white jackets? No. We'd be in the asylum (or at the very least, counseling) before we could say 'NO, DON'T DO THAT!'

That's it for now, book. I'm sick, tired, my shoulders itch like crazy, my paw is cramping from writing, and my sense of humor is crushed like a bug because I'm freaking out. Bye.

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object whom I'm too sick to come up with a name for,

What ever happened to me yesterday while I was unconscious has made me seriously ill. It's Thursday, and I'm home sick today. I'm feverish and every part of my body is screaming with pain. Every time I move, I think I'm going to cry. So, that's why I haven't left my bed, in case you need to know. I'm in my little basement room, covered up by my leaf-patterend quilt, and trying not to cry my eyes out because IT HURTS SO FREAKING MUCH!

I called Autumn a few minutes ago, and she says that the same thing is happening to both her and Mitch. She also said that they have this weird rash on their shoulders. I checked mine and, sure enough, the skin is oozing and flaking under my claws whenever I scratch it. I called Jason, and he says he's having the same symptoms, and then he hung up saying that he wanted to hit his head on a wall. I'm freaking out, seriously. We've all agreed that if our conditions don't improve by tommorow, we're going to the police and telling them what happened.

I'm shaking and crying right now. I'm so scared! What is this horrible sickness!? My shoulders hurt the worst, by far. Why my shoulders? Is my spine going to snap? Is my head going to fall off?(I now picture my head rolling across the floor)

HELP ME, PLEASE!

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object who I can't make a name for because I'm FREAKING OUT

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh,

I HAVE WINGS!

You heard me, I have wings. I woke up, and saw that it was Saturday morning. Saturday? That meant that I'd slept through all of Friday, because the last time I'd been awake was Thursday. I realized that I felt perfectly fine. All of the feverishness and my pain was gone, and I was extremely happy for a second. I sat up and saw that Lucy was sitting on my bed, reading me a story book, which was extremely sweet of her.

She practically leapt out of her skin. "Katie! Aunt Calliope! Uncle Terrance! Chrissy is awake!" she yelled and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me.

When I finally got out of her embrace, I walked over to my dresser. "I feel gross. I'm going to take a shower." I said, which was true. I felt like I was covered in a layer of grime, which was odd because when I looked down at my fur, it was pretty much spotless. Still, I felt extremely dirty.

Lucy kind of stared at me blankly. "But you just woke up! You've been sleeping since nine in the morning yesterday!" she exclaimed. "Everyone's so worried about you!"

I smiled at her as I passed. "I'm okay now, Lucy. It's okay."

She looked at me sort of sadly, but quickly brightened back up. "Okay. I'm going to go tell Caleb and Will. Oh, and Amber!" she chirped before scurrying off, down the hallways and up the stairs. I grabbed a t-shirt and shorts and went off to the bathroom. Well, I was shampooing my hair when I felt something between my shoulders. Kind of freaking out, I felt the things stuck to me, and they were all scaly and weird. I pulled at them, and they were attached to me. I stiffled a scream as parts of me that weren't there before started to tingle and feel like they were stabbed with a million needles. It was like the muscles had been asleep for a long time and they were waking up.

I jumped out of the shower with shampoo suds still in my hair and ran to the mirror above the sink. I wiped the mist off of it and saw myself staring back, my green-eyes, gray-furred self wrapped in a bath towel and looking like she was on the verge of panic. I stretched my muscles and a pair of golden, dragon-like wings stretched out behind me. The scales sctrething across the thin membrane was glittering the same deep golden color as my hair.

Numbly, I pulled on my blue denim shorts and my dark orange t-shirt. I had to fold my wings to get the shirt to go over top of them. (It feels weird to say that, 'my wings') I looked at myself from all angles to see if I looked any different. If I held them closed, I didn't look any different than I normally did. I instinctually knew that I couldn't tell my family about this. What would they do? What could they do? Send me to a hospital? what would the hospital do to me? No, I think this is a secret best left hidden for now.

I texted Autumn and the others before I even left the bathroom. Guys! Something is majorly up. I'm not gonna say over the phone. Meet me at my house?

I didn't get a reply until like seven in the evening, and it was from Autumn. Hey Chris. Mitch isn't awake yet. Dunno about Jason.

I replied witha simple 'ok' and a few hours later I got one from Jason. I'm panicking. What's going on?! Is it you too? Just me? you know what I'm talking about

Think I know what you mean. Hang in there Jason.

What about Mitch? Haven't got a reply from him

Mitch didn't text until one in the morning. I'm okay guys. I'm up now.

I sent a group text to all of them. Great. We need to meet each other. Tommorow at my house?

No, no ones house. You know the woods behind your house? I'll meet you farthest out post at the corner of your property at noon.

Ok.

I'm really tired right now, diary. Sorry for the lack of witty comments and such. I'm just whooped and my life has been surprisingly serious lately. See you tomorow.

[GizmoTheDragon]

Dear inanimate object who doesn't have wings (unlike the person I see in the mirror),

Today was a day of self-discovery. In fact, everyone I know discovered something about themselves. Autumn learned that it isn't fun to get leaves and twigs in her hair. Mitch learned that he is not invincible, nor is he superman. I can only assume that Jason discovered something about himself because everyone else did. I learned that I cannot climb trees, so I'm not as squirrely as everyone says I am.

Let's back up a bit, though, because I have a feeling that I lost you at 'self-discovery'. I met Autumn in the forest as planned over text message, and she lead me deeper into the woods, away from my house. She finally stopped at the base of a huge oak tree. She looked up. "Hey guys! I brought her!"

Out of the treehouse above us, two heads poked out. "Great! Now climb up here guys!"

I stared at the massive trunk. Autumn was already scaling it, and by the time she got the bottom boughs, she was scurrying away like a squirrel. I was a city kid, though. I didn't know how to climb trees. I tried to follow, and I was almost to the lowest branch when I lost my grip and I fell to the ground. Laughter sounded above me, but eventually someone threw down a rope ladder and I climbed up that to get to the tree house, which was basically a wooden floor attached to the tree with a wooden frame and a tarp thrown over it.

"I can't believe you can't climb a tree, Chris." Jason said.

"Yeah!" Mitch remarked. "Jason's an awkward child and even he knows how."

I gave him a glare and Jason just sat there. . . well, awkwardly. "Psh, only awkward children can climb trees." I replied. "But aren't we here to talk about the scaly things growing out of our backs?"

Mitch shrugged his shoulders a bit and stretched out his wings, turns out he had them too. They were dark red and scaly like mine, though they were a bit bigger. Jason did the same, and his were black as night. After a few moments, Autumn revealed hers, and theu were red like her brothers, but slimmer and slightly paler in hue.

Oh, and then I realized I'd forgotten to cut slits in the back of my hoodie for my wings. Crap. Sighing, I pulled off my hoodie.

"Hey! I didn't know you were a stripper!" Mitch remarked. I narrowed my eyes at him slightly. I was sitting there in the tank top that I'd been wearing under my sweatshirt. The cami had slits in it already because I'd cut it so I could keep my wings outisde it, so they weren't pressed so tightly to my back. I stretched them out slightly now. There wasn't enough room in the treehouse for us to extend them all the way, though, so they were half folded.

"So, you think we can fly with these things?" I asked. "I mean, we dont' have them just because they match our outfits or they're the newest fashion trend." My thoughts flashed to us walking on the runway in our current attire with our wings spread out, and prancing around like super-models. (the idea of me anywhere near a runway is hilarious.)

Autumn looked down at the ground. "I guess we'll find out." she said. "I nominate you to go first."

"I second that." Jason said.

I let out a huff, rolling my wings around a bit. "Sure, why not, I guess." I backed to the back of the tree house. "Give me some room." I ordered, and they gave me room for a running start. I sucked in a deep breath, then broke into a run, and when I was on the threshold, I tripped and fell toward the ground, which was dizzyingly far away. Right before impact, I spread out my wings in a vain attempt to- oh, I dunno- MAYBE NOT DIE! My wings caught some wind, and I felt my fall slow.

And I landed on my face anyway.

Okay, maybe I didn't land right on my face, but on my side at least.

I heard someone yelling above me. "Chris! Are you okay?!" it was Jason. I looked up at him. "I'm okay!" I said, standing up. For as far as I'd fallen, I didn't feel that bad, just a little bruised. In a few minutes, I was back up in the tree house via rope ladder. i got ready to jump again.

"What're you doing!?" Jason exclaimed. "You just crash landed on your face!"

"I'm going to have to agree with Jason on this one. You can't kill yourself by trying to fly!" Mitch said.

I readied my wings. "I almost flew last time. I'm sure of it." Before they could stop me, I ran and leapt out of the treehouse. I dropped for a few scary seconds, but I beat my wings, and as the caught air below them, I raised up higher. Before I knew it I was zipping between the trees and somehow circling back to the treehouse and saw them staring back at me. I stopped some distance outside the doorway, staying in place as i flapped my wings to keep myself up. It was like treading water, almost, except with air and my wings. It was harder because I wasn't moving anywhere, though. "Come on guys!" I yelled

Before long, I had three dragon-kids flying beside me, and we dodged between the canopies of the trees to make it up where we couldn't hit any of the tree trunks and drop like rocks (or like unconscious dragon-kids).

Being that far above the air was breathtaking that I almost stopped flapping from my surprise. Flapping doesn't seem like the right term, though, because it's not just flinging my wings around and having the ground below me. It was smooth wingstrokes, each strong beat lifting me into the air or keeping me aloft.

For once, we were all speachless as we flew through the air, and when we landed, we parted without so much as a good bye.