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Okay, I thought life in Sunnydale was weird.
Marcus, Theresa and Nick managed to disappear into a painting thanks to Marcus' paintbrush mojo, and of course the Bakers are totally freaking out. Nobody would blame them, but everyone is stressed out and kind of wondering how we're going to get them back. Wish I could help, but I don't know anything about magic.
If I did, I'd do some kind of spell on Amber. She and I had started getting along fine, but now? I think she might be worse than me at my very bitchiest -- which is pretty damned bitchy! She keeps locking me out of the bedroom. Our bedroom. Did you know the locks here are kinda flimsy? I've figured out how to pick them with a couple of bobby pins.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm ready to go home. From what I've seen on the news, it's bad both there and in L.A. Who knows how long we'll have to stay here? We couldn't go anywhere without Tres, Nick and Marcus, anyway.
Oh, and I got online last night after Mr. Baker got done researching, and guess who IMed me?
DawnlovesJT04: Jordan?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Hey. Summers?
DawnlovesJT04: Yeah, it's me. I thought that was your screenname.
xPrettyHateMachinex: What's up?
DawnlovesJT04: Nothing much. I was just online e-mailing
my sister, who forgot I exist, I think. You?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Bored. Nothing on TV. You know.
DawnlovesJT04: How's everyone there? I e-mailed Theresa
like, four days ago and she never answered.
xPrettyHateMachinex: Fine I guess.
DawnlovesJT04: You guess?
DawnlovesJT04: Jordan?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Look, Dawn, you gotta swear you
won't say a word. I mean it.
DawnlovesJT04: About what? C'mon, spill. If you tell me
not to tell something, I won't.
xPrettyHateMachinex: Okay, you remember that thing about Marcus
and his painting?
DawnlovesJT04: Yeah? Oh, God, I have these feelings of doom...
xPrettyHateMachinex: Him, Theresa and Nick have vanished into
one of his paintings. We have no idea how to get them out.
DawnlovesJT04: Uh, that's so not good. And no way am I
saying anything. You think I want to live with Carlos completely
freaking out? Not to mention his parents, sheesh!
xPrettyHateMachinex: I just had to be sure. Everyone here is
freaking out too.
DawnlovesJT04: Yeah, of course they are. I won't say a word,
but you gotta let me know as soon as you know something. Okay?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Yeah, I can do that.
xPrettyHateMachinex: Hey, I gotta go. Amber wants the computer.
*eyeroll*
DawnlovesJT04: Tell Jake hi for me, okay? Talk to ya soon.
xPrettyHateMachinex: 'k. TTYL.
xPrettyHateMachinex has signed off.
I probably shouldn't have said anything to Dawn, but it was nice to talk to someone from home. Almost made it seem like things were normal. I think I'd go nuts here if I didn't have Jake. He's worried too but he still finds time to tell me everything will be okay.
Marcus, Theresa and Nick managed to disappear into a painting thanks to Marcus' paintbrush mojo, and of course the Bakers are totally freaking out. Nobody would blame them, but everyone is stressed out and kind of wondering how we're going to get them back. Wish I could help, but I don't know anything about magic.
If I did, I'd do some kind of spell on Amber. She and I had started getting along fine, but now? I think she might be worse than me at my very bitchiest -- which is pretty damned bitchy! She keeps locking me out of the bedroom. Our bedroom. Did you know the locks here are kinda flimsy? I've figured out how to pick them with a couple of bobby pins.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm ready to go home. From what I've seen on the news, it's bad both there and in L.A. Who knows how long we'll have to stay here? We couldn't go anywhere without Tres, Nick and Marcus, anyway.
Oh, and I got online last night after Mr. Baker got done researching, and guess who IMed me?
DawnlovesJT04: Jordan?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Hey. Summers?
DawnlovesJT04: Yeah, it's me. I thought that was your screenname.
xPrettyHateMachinex: What's up?
DawnlovesJT04: Nothing much. I was just online e-mailing
my sister, who forgot I exist, I think. You?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Bored. Nothing on TV. You know.
DawnlovesJT04: How's everyone there? I e-mailed Theresa
like, four days ago and she never answered.
xPrettyHateMachinex: Fine I guess.
DawnlovesJT04: You guess?
DawnlovesJT04: Jordan?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Look, Dawn, you gotta swear you
won't say a word. I mean it.
DawnlovesJT04: About what? C'mon, spill. If you tell me
not to tell something, I won't.
xPrettyHateMachinex: Okay, you remember that thing about Marcus
and his painting?
DawnlovesJT04: Yeah? Oh, God, I have these feelings of doom...
xPrettyHateMachinex: Him, Theresa and Nick have vanished into
one of his paintings. We have no idea how to get them out.
DawnlovesJT04: Uh, that's so not good. And no way am I
saying anything. You think I want to live with Carlos completely
freaking out? Not to mention his parents, sheesh!
xPrettyHateMachinex: I just had to be sure. Everyone here is
freaking out too.
DawnlovesJT04: Yeah, of course they are. I won't say a word,
but you gotta let me know as soon as you know something. Okay?
xPrettyHateMachinex: Yeah, I can do that.
xPrettyHateMachinex: Hey, I gotta go. Amber wants the computer.
*eyeroll*
DawnlovesJT04: Tell Jake hi for me, okay? Talk to ya soon.
xPrettyHateMachinex: 'k. TTYL.
xPrettyHateMachinex has signed off.
I probably shouldn't have said anything to Dawn, but it was nice to talk to someone from home. Almost made it seem like things were normal. I think I'd go nuts here if I didn't have Jake. He's worried too but he still finds time to tell me everything will be okay.