[semi-open] I'm a leaf that's ready to fall
Characters: Derrick and people he's had CR with who want to say goodbye, make amends, punch him, or whatever
Location: either B05 (his dorm), outside with his suitcases waiting for the taxi, or the band room if one last jam session's desired
Time: anytime
Content: Derrick's packing his bags for home. Time for some farewells Yes, it's another one of these... (Gumi, Haku, and Sanji can assume Derrick talked to them about leaving before this log if they want)
Format: any, including simple handwaving notes--I won't mind
Warnings: shoddy tag writing on my part due to a dead muse voice, probably more sads, something that was supposed to up earlier but didn't because of timing
Derrick returned from his stay with Blossom only to feel alienated the moment he step foot on school grounds. It didn't feel right. Hadn't for a while but especially now. After talking to a few people on campus and off-mostly off-he had started to really piece together why.
Was he learning anything? Not really. It was summer, and the carousel of staff meant that the lessons always changed in a bad way. He lost another homeroom teacher--Well, Derrick never did figure out anything better than a plywood board and brick to make a ramp-and a few more other teachers. Did he have any friends? ... A few, staff members mostly and no one his age. Maybe he would have given more time, but it was hard. If the focus wasn't music, it just fell apart, and he had nothing to contribute. Did he have a pressing reason to stay? After the Rhombulans, not anymore. He could try to convince himself that he should stay, but every time he did, he thought of more reasons why he shouldn't.
So it begged the question, why was he still here? When he talked to his friends, the answer, Derrick realized, was he truly wanted was to leave. And after everything... shouldn't he try to do what he actually desired for once instead of give up? Part of him told him that was the true message of what the EBA did; he didn't understand why he never realized it sooner.
Derrick looked at the map print out he had on his desk. It was directions for Mom and his new apartment in Townsville. Who would have thought his mom's work actually had a division there that she could transfer to? His transfer to the high school had been accepted, and Derrick could hardly wait for the chance to hang out with Blossom again... and tell her some things he had hesitated to do. Or even just hanging out with someone who he felt like he didn't have to depend on music for a connection... when only being himself was enough. And perfectly fine too.
The trip to visit Morrison would take much longer, but that was always the fact about someone Derrick knew. He'd have to add the Vocaloid group to the list as well. Derrick hated having to do so. However, that wouldn't change unless everyone moved to the same area again. As long as the internet was up, it wouldn't hurt so much. It would hurt even less once he had a bass of his own to play.
He folded the print out, stuck it into his jeans' pocket, and went to fetch his brother's skateboard as he mentally listed everything he needed to pack up.
Location: either B05 (his dorm), outside with his suitcases waiting for the taxi, or the band room if one last jam session's desired
Time: anytime
Content: Derrick's packing his bags for home. Time for some farewells Yes, it's another one of these... (Gumi, Haku, and Sanji can assume Derrick talked to them about leaving before this log if they want)
Format: any, including simple handwaving notes--I won't mind
Warnings: shoddy tag writing on my part due to a dead muse voice, probably more sads, something that was supposed to up earlier but didn't because of timing
Derrick returned from his stay with Blossom only to feel alienated the moment he step foot on school grounds. It didn't feel right. Hadn't for a while but especially now. After talking to a few people on campus and off-mostly off-he had started to really piece together why.
Was he learning anything? Not really. It was summer, and the carousel of staff meant that the lessons always changed in a bad way. He lost another homeroom teacher--Well, Derrick never did figure out anything better than a plywood board and brick to make a ramp-and a few more other teachers. Did he have any friends? ... A few, staff members mostly and no one his age. Maybe he would have given more time, but it was hard. If the focus wasn't music, it just fell apart, and he had nothing to contribute. Did he have a pressing reason to stay? After the Rhombulans, not anymore. He could try to convince himself that he should stay, but every time he did, he thought of more reasons why he shouldn't.
So it begged the question, why was he still here? When he talked to his friends, the answer, Derrick realized, was he truly wanted was to leave. And after everything... shouldn't he try to do what he actually desired for once instead of give up? Part of him told him that was the true message of what the EBA did; he didn't understand why he never realized it sooner.
Derrick looked at the map print out he had on his desk. It was directions for Mom and his new apartment in Townsville. Who would have thought his mom's work actually had a division there that she could transfer to? His transfer to the high school had been accepted, and Derrick could hardly wait for the chance to hang out with Blossom again... and tell her some things he had hesitated to do. Or even just hanging out with someone who he felt like he didn't have to depend on music for a connection... when only being himself was enough. And perfectly fine too.
The trip to visit Morrison would take much longer, but that was always the fact about someone Derrick knew. He'd have to add the Vocaloid group to the list as well. Derrick hated having to do so. However, that wouldn't change unless everyone moved to the same area again. As long as the internet was up, it wouldn't hurt so much. It would hurt even less once he had a bass of his own to play.
He folded the print out, stuck it into his jeans' pocket, and went to fetch his brother's skateboard as he mentally listed everything he needed to pack up.