Chapter Two! its titled: Begin: in which strange occurrences occur.

Feb. 3, 2011

So how bout them Red Sox. Gosh I hate that phrase. I don’t even know why I wrote it. This is just a weird thing to think about, let alone write. I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m sick. As in dying. I keep feeling weird heat all through my body and sometimes even seeing heat and flames that aren’t there. And I’m always feverish. I mean, my body feels fine, but I took my own temperature when the house nurse(not really but they pretend) was out of the sick room(one of the sitting rooms for the staff that is where they keep basic first aid and stuff like thermometers). It was 104 degrees. I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that’s not good. I asked one of the staff to take me to the Doctor because I felt sick, and she said no at first. Then I showed her my temperature and said I was seeing things that weren’t there and she got a little pale and quickly shoved me into the car and practically sped the whole way there. When I was there the nurses and doctors asked a whole bunch of stupid questions over and over again. I said I felt fine. No, I wasn’t seeing stuff right now. As soon as they put the stinking I.V in my arm I started cooling off. I told them that and they seemed to kind of smile and relax. They told the lady who had driven me that I was really dehydrated and to keep pumping fluids in me for the next two days. And make sure I didn’t forget to drink water again. So they released me and she drove us back to the house. She’s been tracking me down and making me drink glass after glass of water all afternoon. It’s not like I wasn’t drinking water before. I don’t even like soda. Water and juice are the only thing I drink and I drink probably four or five glasses a day. Now I’ll be stuck chugging water for the next week. My teachers are not going to believe that I need to use the bathroom THAT much. Stupid doctors. And I’m hot again. Hence, I think the doctors are stupid and I’m dying. I’ll write more tomorrow; I’ve got to go use the restroom.

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Feb. 12, 2011

So I finally managed to convince the nervous lady who kept following me around with a huge glass of water that I’m fine now and I’ll remember to drink water on my own. Sheesh! Sean and Dana have been teasing me about small bladders, streams of water, dripping, and waterfalls for a week. It got old for me really fast, but they seemed to find it hilarious. Now that I’m not having to flee to the restroom every five seconds I’m a lot less grouchy. My temperature is still high. I’ve been careful not to breath on people and avoided touch as much as possible in case I really am fatally sick. It’s quite a depressing thought really. I might be dying and I can’t give my friends hugs or wrestle with them. I still feel fine, except that I’m my own personal sun. I escape up here to draw or do homework. Haven’t had much new to write about.

Maybe I’m one of those weird people who spontaneously combust. If that’s the case then I’m like a ticking time bomb. Lovely. That’s a horrible thought. Very depressing. I’m gonna stop the morbid stuff now. Maybe I’m just very, very warm blooded. Right.

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March 4, 2011

Still alive. Though I have had some new symptoms. You know static electricity, and how people sometimes build it up? Like when you’re wearing socks and you touch a doorknob. Well, I can see the little arc of electricity that jumps off or to people. At first I thought there’s no way. Maybe I was imagining it. But then I put on my best static-y socks and did it to myself. Results: 1. It no longer hurt when I got shocked. I felt it, but it was more like I absorbed it than got hit with it. 2. I could definitely see it every time. I called Sean and asked if he could see it and he said no. When he asked why I just said I was curious. Then I zapped him. Chuckle. The other symptom I’ve developed is extreme heat awareness. As in I could tell you the moment the heater kicks in, or if a fire was started. Even in my sleep! I don’t wake up, but it’s there in my dreams. And I can still tell all this with my eye’s covered, my ears plugged, and my nose stuffed with cotton balls. I can… sense it. It’s beginning to freak me out a little bit. I’m gonna see if I can just ignore it. Maybe my brain is bored and is just making it all up to entertain itself. If so I wish it would have let me know. I mean come on.

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March 28, 2011

Still alive. Ignoring the “symptoms” isn’t working. I’m beginning to wonder if my brain is ok. Maybe the “trauma” of being an orphan is messing me up. But I don’t feel traumatized. Hmm… I always thought psychology was a load of bunk. I shouldn’t try to analyze my own brain. I guess that I’m even thinking that means that I’m okok again and then he’d just let out some tension and look like a noodle for about ten minutes. I’m just gonna stop worrying about it and accept it. Which is going to be a bit easier now because I’m no longer “seeing” fire where it isn’t anymore. Usually the absence of hallucinations are a good thing. Ah well. I’ll write more later. Gonna be busy with a big project in school due.

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April 7, 2011

Finally something else to write about! Guess what. I finally topped Sean in a prank. On April Fools no less! I’m so proud of myself. It was so simple it was brilliant. I had never known his birthday, because the stubborn mule would never tell anyone. I enlisted the help of Dana, and we went snooping in his files. (We really could have been majorly busted for this of course) Dana was on the lookout while I searched for his birthday. There was no birth certificate, but it was listed on something else in his file. Triumphant, we got out of there and I told Dana. His birthday was April 1st! No wonder he wouldn’t tell me. He knew how much fun I would have with that delectable piece of information. Maniacal laughter! So I hatched a brilliant plan. With Dana reigning me in when it became too crazy, of course. Once I came up with the idea, I talked the staff into helping me. While we were at school, they set up the biggest room at the house for a party. And one of them, with the bribe of me doing all her worst cleaning chores for the month, went to the store and bought all the trick birthday party and present stuff she could find. Muahahahahaa! When we got back I found a way to get him into the room. I had a camera ready to get the face he made. Hee hee! It was amazing. He kept getting surprised the whole party. From age old tricks of candles that won’t go out, to exploding cake. And one present was in this huge box. He unwrapped it and managed to cut through the million layers of duct tape only to open it and find another box. That went on for six boxes. He finally got down to a really small box, and it was an eraser. Then we brought out the box of high grade drawing pencils. Dana came up with that brilliant idea. The party was a great success. And that wasn’t the end. More maniacal laughter. In the middle of the night, I snuck into the boys’ room and managed to dye his hair pink without waking him up. It was perfect! The next morning I heard this kind of yelp of surprise. He took a much longer shower than usual. Giggle. It wasn’t permanent dye, but it would take a couple weeks to come out. I’ve been gloating for the last week. He shaved his head yesterday. He will never live down the pink hair if I can help it.

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April 26, 2011

Sean got me for the birthday party and pink hair, but even he admitted that it didn’t top mine. I may have finally vanquished him! In other news, we have a new arrival at the house. A fifteen year old boy named Jake. He’s tall and muscular, topped with a real attitude. Even Sean can’t stand him, and he gets along with all the guys. Some of the kids have started calling him Jake the Jerk. I can’t say I blame him. Dana avoids him altogether if she can. Unfortunately for me, he’s in my grade. And most of my class periods. Deep sigh. I try to ignore him, and if it’s completely impossible I’m perfectly civil. Or at least I try. Who knows. There may be a nice guy down deep in there. Really far down there.

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May 20, 2011

So, I have no idea what just happened. I’m a touch in shock at the moment. I just ran up here to try and figure out what just happened. It’s not working very well. I guess I’ll just record the facts of what happened. Ok. Here we go. So Jake has been really living up to his nickname. I’ve been trying to be nicer to him, as I’ve seen some really hurt kids come here who were just being hard to be around to protect themselves. I figured, hey, everyone deserves to be given at least one chance. And I’m stubborn enough to not give up. So I kept at it for almost a month, and he started being less of a pill. At least to me. Then I guess hormones kicked in and he started trying to flirt with me. I made it clear that I was not interested, but apparently he has a really thick head. Today he was still trying to flirt when he cornered me and tried to kiss me. Before he could, or I could even try to push him away, a thought flashed through my mind. It was something along the lines of, “Gosh it would be cool if his hair suddenly caught on fire.” Next thing I know, he’s batting at his hair trying to put it out. I had the presence of mind to keep my mouth from hanging open, and when he looked back at me, something made me say, “Try it again.” It came out very calm and with a bit of a dare in it. He kind of went pale and I could tell his mind was racing trying to come up with some understanding of what just happened. Mine was too, but I didn’t let him see that. He slinked off without saying another word, and I remembered that I needed to breath. I then got up here as fast as I could to try and think through what just happened. It didn’t work, so now I’m writing it down here. It was too much of a coincidence that I was thinking that right as it happened. And people’s hair doesn’t just go up in flames! Did I make that happen?

Same day, late at night:

So I’ve been thinking hard about it all day, and I’ve decided to put it down to an extremely well-timed freak of nature. Or maybe he mixed too many chemicals into his hair when he gelled it that morning… Ok I’m not really buying either of those options, but they make a lot more sense than my thoughts setting his hair on fire. It’s too crazy. I’m just not going to think about it.

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May 21, 2011

It’s really hard not to think about it when Jake is going around with really short hair and avoiding looking in my direction. Once he bumped into me and, shocker! apologized. Sean even noticed that he’s been more subdued. Which all means I did not imagine that freaky scene. Trying desperately not to freak out.

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