Can't believe I'm keeping a journal
I’ve never been on a plane before. It would have been more exciting if it weren’t such a long series of flights to get here. Shishou was so embarrassing at the airport/ I thought he was going to cry like a baby about me leaving, silly oy-baka. Looking at him almost got me going with the tears too and that…well, let’s face it, is so unmanly.
The thrill of escaping Akito is indescribable. I didn’t think I’d be ale to get past her. If she had any idea what Shishou planned, she would have her me, or worse, him. I couldn’t have that. No one should suffer because of the cat. Well, maybe Yuki but even the rat doesn’t’ deserve Akito’s wrath. She’s hurt him enough and I couldn’t let her hurt Shishou. She would. She already hates that he’s like a father to me. Too bad Akito likes my real father. He comes closest to deserving the head of the Sohma family.
On my own…wow, I’ve always been alone, excluded from everything. Still, this doesn’t feel bad, not like back home. It’s different. I’m not being cut out. This is my choice. I’ve never been anywhere that there are no Sohmas at all. It’s a freeing sensation but it’s scary too. I don’t know what to do without the others. They might not approve of me but they sort of make me, me.
I guess I can’t worry about it. I’ll just hope Akito doesn’t rage on Shishou when she realizes I’m gone. I told him to tell everyone I ran off. They’d believe the no-good cat would do that. I know Tohru-chan will be disappointed that I’m not going to the summerhouse with everyone. Momiji will pout until the silly rabbit remembers whatever harebrained scheme he has for us all. Ran off….yeah, has a good ring. If Akito knows I’ve gotten this far away, there’ll be trouble.
Maybe that’s the reason Shishou sent me to this camp. I am far away. Maybe he means for me to keep going. If I go home, I’ll be put in a dungeon next year, alone for the rest of my life except for a servant to bring me food and whatnot. Alone except for Akito and what she might do to me…never going home from this camp might be the best idea I’ve ever had. I’d miss Shishou and the rest but…I think they’d be happy I escaped.
Well, I didn’t come here to think depressing thoughts. Maybe I should put on some music. Haru burned me some cds of American alt music that he said captures my spirit. I fear knowing what that means. Staind? Green Day? Nickleback? What strange names.
Wonder what you even do at camp? I should go find out. Hope the food’s good. I’m starving. Well, anything’s better than Shishou’s cooking. At least Honda-san can cook. Okay later, journal. Promised Shishou I’d keep a journal since this is not my first choice of things to do. Well, off to find food.
The thrill of escaping Akito is indescribable. I didn’t think I’d be ale to get past her. If she had any idea what Shishou planned, she would have her me, or worse, him. I couldn’t have that. No one should suffer because of the cat. Well, maybe Yuki but even the rat doesn’t’ deserve Akito’s wrath. She’s hurt him enough and I couldn’t let her hurt Shishou. She would. She already hates that he’s like a father to me. Too bad Akito likes my real father. He comes closest to deserving the head of the Sohma family.
On my own…wow, I’ve always been alone, excluded from everything. Still, this doesn’t feel bad, not like back home. It’s different. I’m not being cut out. This is my choice. I’ve never been anywhere that there are no Sohmas at all. It’s a freeing sensation but it’s scary too. I don’t know what to do without the others. They might not approve of me but they sort of make me, me.
I guess I can’t worry about it. I’ll just hope Akito doesn’t rage on Shishou when she realizes I’m gone. I told him to tell everyone I ran off. They’d believe the no-good cat would do that. I know Tohru-chan will be disappointed that I’m not going to the summerhouse with everyone. Momiji will pout until the silly rabbit remembers whatever harebrained scheme he has for us all. Ran off….yeah, has a good ring. If Akito knows I’ve gotten this far away, there’ll be trouble.
Maybe that’s the reason Shishou sent me to this camp. I am far away. Maybe he means for me to keep going. If I go home, I’ll be put in a dungeon next year, alone for the rest of my life except for a servant to bring me food and whatnot. Alone except for Akito and what she might do to me…never going home from this camp might be the best idea I’ve ever had. I’d miss Shishou and the rest but…I think they’d be happy I escaped.
Well, I didn’t come here to think depressing thoughts. Maybe I should put on some music. Haru burned me some cds of American alt music that he said captures my spirit. I fear knowing what that means. Staind? Green Day? Nickleback? What strange names.
Wonder what you even do at camp? I should go find out. Hope the food’s good. I’m starving. Well, anything’s better than Shishou’s cooking. At least Honda-san can cook. Okay later, journal. Promised Shishou I’d keep a journal since this is not my first choice of things to do. Well, off to find food.