by CN Thornton
I smiled at her. “Yeah, I sort of ran into someone on my way to the house and just fell into an intriguing conversation,” I replied, glancing over at Saveraeh, who was reading something. For a split second, she looked up at me and caught my eye, but then she looked back down as if nothing had ever happened. As if the conversation from earlier hadn’t existed.
“Oh, well, that’s nice.” Just then, Quinn and Florence walked in. I decided it was only fitting to introduce them.
The three then fell into a conversation about their lives and where they came from and what their parents did, so I took the time to change into my night-things and then climb into bed.
I grabbed my diary from under my pillow and began a new entry.
Dear diary,
It’s day 2 at Endeavour Academy. Things are going nicely . . .
Okay . . . that is stretching the truth, to say the least.
I found out my friend, Silas, wants to date me. And to make that situation worse, my father, who I was basically counting on to tell me I couldn’t, said yes. He said yes! So I had no excuse to turn Silas down, but I did anyway.
I’m not ready for that kind of thing. I’m too young, right? I mean, I can totally see myself liking him, even loving him, but in the future. It’s just . . . Never mind, that isn’t important.
What is important, though, is how weird things have gotten over the past five hours. First, my friend Dean met with my father and apparently the two were talking about personal life matters. Dean says it has to do with his father, who doesn’t know how to be a father, so it affects him. But, I don’t know.
Why would he go to my father to talk about personal issues? The only reason I can think of is that my father can somehow relate. After all, I can’t recall a time when my father ever spoke of his parents. He doesn’t even have a picture of them.
And that isn’t even the weirdest of it all. I ran into a girl today, her name is Saveraeh. She told me some things about her mother assigning her a task to complete. Only, she seemed afraid to speak any more on the subject, as if she hadn’t meant to say anything about it to begin with. Before she ran off, she told me not to trust anyone, not even her.
Lastly, Dean made another appearance and he seemed hostile, to say the least. He seemed bent on wanting to know who I had been talking to, what her name was, and what we talked about. When I hesitated on the last point, he seemed to get angry.
I didn’t tell him what she told me about not trusting anyone. I just mentioned us formally introducing ourselves and left out the rest. He seemed to cool down after that, but . . . I just can’t shake the feeling that something is going on. Something that not only involves him and Saveraeh, but my father and Saveraeh’s mother.
What on earth could it be?
The only thing I am sure of is that I shouldn’t meddle in whatever it is. If I can help it, I’m going to stay far away from this. In the past, faeries have died at the hands of dark faeries just from knowing business that wasn’t theirs. There is no way I am going to be another face and name added to those statistics.
Crossing my fingers for a better day tomorrow.
I know it will be.
XOX Neenah Fynn
I finished the entry in my diary and tucked it away back under my pillow. Then I crawled under my blankets and turned onto my side before closing my eyes.
