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I KEEP SAYING I'LL HAVE REMNANTS DONE BY THIS DAY BUT THEN SOMETHING COMES UP LIKE ???
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AM I DESTINED TO NEVER FINISH THIS STORY LIKE I JUST WANT TO GET IT DONE I HAVE SO MANY MORE TO WRITE AHHHH

-breaths- 

Rant over, for the most part. 

Midterm Hell coasted into Essay Purgatory and then descended into Exam Hell and thus the Holidays started and I have been nonstop since Monday last week. I haven't had a day of rest and so I'm incredibly tired mentally, it's awful. Today was a brutal day; it started out super nice, my boyfriend and I went to see the Doctor Who Christmas special in theatres and it was A plus plus plus plUS and then we did Lunch. We got the first snowfall of the season which as turned into a flat out snowstorm (gotta love Canadianland, amirite?). After lunch, I drove my sister to the school to film stuff AND THEN THE CAR BATTERY CRAPPED OUT ON ME.

We had to wait for my Dad to get home from work, tried to jumpstart the Fit with the new Odyssey-couldn't find the ground in the Odyssey, and so we called CAA. They came ASAP and then I drove the car around for half an hour and came home as the snow got super bad, and the poor fit has zero traction because we haven't gotten the snow tires put on yet and the summer tires are so worn down it's brutal.

Man just writing about my day is exhausting! And it's really upsetting because I wanted to do so much seasonal writing for the Frosts but I just could not do it, no time at all! I only finished exams a week ago--I had two last Monday *MUFFLED SCREAMING*. I wanted to revise the Swan Valley Christmas Story I posted years ago, The Magic of Storms, and never got around to it. Oy vey.

On the plus side, Christmas was alright this year! No major mom and dad fights, knock on wood. Back to Kingston in a week, and back to school as well. I think I'm gonna take the next two days as home days-I had planned to shop with grandma and go to the ROM with aunts, but I am much too tired and cannot even fathom going out tomorrow (especially with the roads as awful as they are today! It's snow/frozen rain and it's cold and loud and awful). Nor Wednesday. Then New Year's Day will be...interesting; my Mom is hosting a dinner with her side of the familia and her brother is a Jerk like no other jerk who has jerked before. And I'm inviting the boyfriend, whom he insulted several times last year. But Fluffy can handle it, he's a trooper.

So yeah, this went from an update to a vent journal...opps!

Expect Remnants next weekish, perhaps. How goes your holidays, watchers?
  • Mood: Not Impressed
  • Listening to: Frozen Rain and Snores
  • Reading: Heroes of Olympus
  • Watching: Cartoons
  • Playing: Vindictus
  • Eating: so much chocolate
  • Drinking: water

Chapter VIII: School’s In

Late Sunday night, Manuela Garcia sat in her kitchen, sipping her tea. Her thoughts however were not with her in her kitchen that Sunday night; they were far away, revisiting that evening nearly two weeks ago when her daughter had come to visit her, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Sweetheart, what is wrong?” Manuela had asked, as her young daughter burst through the door of her tiny apartment. Anna had responded with incomprehensible blubbering. Sighing, Manuela had put down her warm cup of tea and comforted her daughter. When Anna had calmed down enough to stop her incoherent gushing and speak something akin to English, she told her mother the whole story.

Yes, Manuela remembered that very clearly.

About a month or two prior to that Friday, her daughter had been seeing a man she believed was the one. Manuela hadn’t pried; if her daughter was happy then she was happy. She had often gushed about how wonderful the man was and how she believed that he was the “one”. That day he had broken up with her, “dumped” in Anna’s words (Manuela was not fond of the word choice). Devastated of what she believed was so strong ending so soon, she went right to the place she truly called home—her mother’s flat.

Manuela had listened and once her daughter had calmed down, suggested that she stay home for a few days and rest up. She locked herself in her room and only came out for food, bathroom, and to go to work. Manuela was at a loss of what she should do now. After much thought and against her better judgement, she called her son and told him what had happened. Though Eduardo had bad judgement, he could always get through to his sister. Instead of taking his Mother’s suggestion and trying to talk to Anna, he had told her not to worry, that he’d take care of everything.

That was on Friday.

Eduardo hadn’t called back.

Sighing, Manuela drank some more tea. She was concerned for both her children now; a call from Eduardo would be nice. As would a conversation with her animated Anna, not the mindless zombie who currently possessed her. As she mused, the front door of her apartment burst open.

“Mom?”

“Eduardo? I am in the kitchen,” She shouted back, relief surging through her.

“Mom I’ve done it! I’ve fixed everything! I need to talk to Anna,” he said, running out from the kitchen as fast as he had run in. Manuela blinked and walked into the hallway, staring after her son. Tentatively, he knocked on his sister’s door. “Anna, are you in there? I have good news for you!”

Manuela and her son waited at opposite ends of the hallway, watching the door. Slowly, it creaked open. Anna glanced out, her eyes red and puffy, her hair a dishevelled mess.

“May I come in?” He asked.

With a nod from his sister Eduardo entered the room, his sister closing the door behind him. Manuela slowly walked into her living room and sat on the couch, waiting. After what seemed like an eternity, Eduardo came out, a smiling Anna with him.

“Oh, Eduardo, thank you so much! I knew there had to be a reason! Mel wouldn’t have dumped me just because! He’s not like that!” She hugged her brother, smiling—for the first time in two weeks, Manuela noted. Looking at her watch, Anna gasped. “Oh, I’ll be late for my shift! Thanks again, Eddie,” She said, running to the bathroom to fix herself up. Smiling, Eduardo joined his mother in the living room.

“What did you do?” she asked.

“Well, after you called me I decided to find this man and demand answers,” he began.

“Oh Eduardo, you didn’t.”

“I did! And after a few well-placed words he explained the whole thing to me. He couldn’t support her, is what it was. He recently came into a large amount of money and promised me that he’d reconcile with Anna as soon as he knew he could take care of her.”

“Did he say how he came across this money?”

“Inheritance,” Eduardo said quickly.

Too quickly, Manuela thought, raising an eyebrow.

“He needs some help claiming it and I’ve agreed to be of assistance in exchange for his promise that he’ll explain everything to Anna afterwards and get back together with her.”

“Eduardo, I’m not entirely sure that this is the best way to make Anna feel better,” Manuela said. She too had had loves like Anna and her Mel, and in her experience it was best to move on. To top it all off, the way her son was explaining this encounter set off quite a few motherly alarm bells.

“Ma, don’t worry. It’s all going to work out in the end, just watch!”

With a heavy sigh, Manuela dropped the subject—for now.

Eduardo had gotten into trouble many times for trusting the wrong person, and would do anything for his little sister. He was too naive, and Manuela was at a loss of what to do next. She needed to talk to someone about this. Perhaps her long time friend, Elaine McCabe, may have some good advice. She tried to listen to her son for the rest of his visit, as hard as it was. When he finally headed out, Manuela breathed a sigh of relief.

Tidying the kitchen and finally heading to bed, Manuela found herself wide awake, her thoughts racing around. She stared up at the ceiling of her room in her little flat in the once alive Swim City, her thoughts all on her son. Oy, what has he gotten himself into? She wondered.

Deciding that tomorrow afternoon she’d visit Elaine (as talking to someone would be the only way to get this heavy, sinking feeling off of her chest), Manuela finally drifted off into an uneasy, dreamless sleep.


Monday dawned bright and sunny, a crisp chill in the air. Danica’s shrill alarm woke her up at six. Her day started at eight-thirty in the morning, and Claire had to be at school for nine o’clock. Rolling out of her bed, she shuffled down the stairs barefoot and knocked on her parents’ bedroom door.

Her morning routine always started like this. Knock on their bedroom door, shuffle back upstairs, use the bathroom, head back downstairs, and knock on their door again. Back upstairs, shower, brush hair and teeth, change for work or volunteering (depending on the day), knock on her parents’ door again, and usually start breakfast. By the time she had finished all this it was eight o’clock. Her mom would come out of the room first, and take over from there.

Like Danica had guessed, a bright eyed Elaine wandered into the kitchen right on time. “Move it, dearie,” she said, taking over. Smiling, Danica made sure she had everything in her purse, before jetting out of the house, hurriedly calling back to her mother, “Don’t forget to wake up Claire soon!”

Victor creeped out of their bedroom, blinking and missing his daughter rush out of the door. Yawning, he trudged into the kitchen and hugged Elaine. “Mornin’ sweetie,” he said gruffly, pecking her cheek and walking to the dining room. Placing the breakfast dishes on the table, Victor plopped into his chair.

“Good morning Victor,” Elaine replied, placing the bowl of scrambled eggs on the table and bustling back into the kitchen. “Would you be a dear and make sure Claire is awake?” She asked pleasantly, rushing to pick up the ringing phone.

Victor grunted, stifling another yawn and slowly making his way up the stairs. He knocked gently on the door at the end of the hallway.

“Claire? Time to get up for—”

“—School!” Claire shouted, the door bursting open. Still in her jammies, she ran to the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind her.

“School.” Victor finished, sighing. He made his way back downstairs to the table, finally starting in on his eggs.

“Is she up?” Elaine asked.

“Wide awake,” he replied, half asleep.

“Perfect. I was just called in to the bakery, Victor dear. I must get going and I’ll be back quite soon, but I’m not sure I’ll be back in time to drop off Claire. You’ll have to drive her to school. See you later darling!” Kissing her husband on the cheek, Elaine grabbed her keys and sweater and headed out as well.

He hadn’t even taken a bite of his breakfast yet. The fork was clenched in his hand, forgotten, some of the eggs falling off and back on to his plate. Claire joined him in the dining room, staring at him curiously.

“What just happened?”

“I think Aunt Elaine said you were driving me to school.”

“That’s what I thought she said,” he replied, finally munching on the eggs. “Help yourself Claire,” Victor said.

Claire looked surprised. “I can have as much as I want?”

“Course,” Victor said, mouthful of eggs. “Your Aunt and Cousin left before they could eat. That leaves more for us,” he finished, winking.

Claire laughed. She helped herself to breakfast. And to a second helping, and a third.

It felt so nice to have warm food again.

Half an hour later, the pair pulled up in front of the school. The car ride had been quiet; Claire was still shy around him and Elaine, which was to be expected. She had laughed quietly at some of his silly jokes, which he considered a personal victory.

“Now, behave today, okay? Danica will be here to pick you up. Also, no boys,” Victor said jokingly, as Claire hopped out of the car. “Most importantly, try to have fun, alright?”

Claire nodded.

“See you later Claire.”

Waving goodbye as the car drove off, she turned towards the school.

It was an average sized school, red bricks covered with vines, a large set of stairs leading up to the front doors. Students ran across the fields, playing with friends, attacking the jungle gym, feasting off of the energy projected from the other students. The older students sat in corners, under trees, or by the stairs talking. The school shouldn’t have been intimidating, but as she turned her wide eyes to the door Claire instantly wanted to run back down the street, jump in her Uncle’s car and lock herself in her room.

“Scared?” A familiar voice asked. Startled, Claire looked to her side. Duncan Taylor was beside her grinning, his backpack loosely hanging on one arm. She stared once more at the doors in, at the laughing kids and the patrolling teachers. It felt like they were all laughing at her.

“A little.”

“Not to worry, it’s just school! I’ll be your personal guide person,” The boy said, doing a funny bow. Claire smiled and nodded, giggling a little. “There’s only one grade six class—Ms. Reid’s,” he began. “She’s real nice though, so there’s no need to worry! We’re all in the same class.”

“We?” Claire asked.

“Well me and some of my friends,” he said. “I should warn you, by the way—”

“NEW STUDENT!” Someone screamed, cutting Duncan off and startling Claire.

“Too late,” Duncan said, grabbing Claire’s hand and pulling her to the side. His timing was perfect; as soon as he pulled Claire aside, a short orange haired girl tripped mid-run and fell, right where Claire was standing moments ago.

The girl looked up, spitting some dirt out of her mouth and getting up. “Another girl, yay! Trena and I were out numbered. And between you and me, her love of the colour pink is a little scary at times! I’m Ellie by the way!”

Claire blinked. “Um…”

“Geez, Ellie, you’re scaring her!” Another voice said, approaching the three kids. A girl with blonde hair tied into low pigtails walked over to Ellie. “And there’s nothing wrong with liking the colour pink,” she said, sticking her tongue out.

Ellie frowned, about to protest when the blonde girl cut her off.

“Hello. Are you okay? Ellie scares everyone, just so you know,” she said, green eyes sparkling. Claire nodded and decided that (judging from the girl’s pink backpack mostly) this was the girl named Trena that Ellie had mentioned. Duncan rolled his eyes.

“Honestly Katrina, Ellie may be scaring Claire but you’re not really helping. First day of school is overwhelming enough without you two already trying to be her friend. She’s only just gotten here, let her breath!”

“It’s okay,” Claire said. “I don’t mind.”

“See Duncan? You’re overreacting,” Trena said.

“I just wanna make sure she has a great first day. I am after all, her self-proclaimed guide!”

“How sweet,” Trena said, Claire giggling.

“Duncan, do you have a CRUSH?” Ellie said, smirking.

“Now let’s do this properly,” Duncan said louder, ignoring Ellie. “Claire, this is Katrina Swan and Ellie Mac Dowell. Trena, Ellie, meet Claire,” Duncan said.

“Hello,” she said quietly.

“Nice to meet you Claire! You can call me Trena.”

“This is awesome! You can totally sit in our group in class. There’s me and Trena, and also her brothers, Evan and Aran. We’re really amazing, so you’ll have a blast with us!” Ellie shouted. The grin on her freckled face grew so wide, Claire thought for a moment that her face would split open from the effort.

“My brothers aren’t amazing,” Trena scoffed. “They’re the worst.”

A high-pitched ringing startled Claire. All around her, students grabbed their bags and started heading towards the doors.

“That was first bell,” Trena said. “We better go before my brothers catch up. See you in class, Claire!”

“Yeah, see ya!” Ellie shouted, the two girls walking off.

“Sorry about that. Ellie and Trena are probably some of the most friendliest girls in school, and Trena knows almost everybody so of course she’d notice a new student right away. I thought I’d be able to warn you sooner,” he said.

Claire smiled. “It’s really okay Duncan.”

“They can be a bit too much at times,” he continued as they walked up the steps.

Claire wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she had a feeling it had something to do with how loud Ellie was.

“Ellie’s a bit loud,” Claire voiced her thoughts, glancing at Duncan.

“Yeah she can be. And really upfront. I also don’t think she has a concept of personal space…anyway, I’m in the same group as them so it won’t be too bad and if they get to be too much, Trena’s brothers too, I can take care of it.”

“Okay,” Claire said. She had only been half paying attention as they had just entered the building. Claire glanced around as they entered. Students were going in every which way; the front was big and opened up right into a large atrium. To their right was a set of double doors that (according to the room plaque) lead to the gymnasium. Claire expected a big room to be on the left, but instead there was a set of stairs leading to the second floor. Down both hallways were rows of shiny new lockers in between classroom doors.

Claire couldn’t remember much of what school had been like when she lived with her Mom. She remembered the building being smaller and dimly lit and definitely not as new and okay smelling as this school was. There were also no lockers; at least, not that she remembered.

“This school isn’t like normal schools. It’s like a weird cross between a middle school and elementary school. The Mayor before Trena’s Dad was a really innovative person—at least, that’s what my Mom says. All the Elementary schools in Swan Valley are like this one. The lockers are new! The principal was getting too many complaints of lost items on the coatracks, mostly old lunches. Most of the kids in school were really happy with the change; we still have the coatracks but now they’re for just our coats and outdoor shoes. It’s way cleaner now and lunches have to stay in the lockers so no more smells,” Duncan finished.

Claire laughed.

“Anyway, you probably have to go to the office to get your classroom number and stuff. Like I said, there is only one sixth grade class but they probably have records and official stuff to give you. The office is just around the corner! Follow me!”

The crowd mostly gone now, Claire trailed behind Duncan, trying to remember the way to the office. They had gone left at the front doors and made their way down the hallway. Duncan of course was right; the office was almost right beside the staircase. They entered the office and came face to face with a very pleasant secretary behind a long grey counter.

“Good Morning!” The secretary said.

“Morning Miss!”

“Ah Mister Taylor, hello. Already in trouble so soon in the week?” she asked, winking.

“Nope! I’m here on official business,” Duncan said, gesturing to Claire.

“Well hello,” the secretary said. “I’m Miss Asante. And who might you be?”

“Go ahead, Claire,” Duncan whispered, stepping behind her.

“My name is Claire. I’m new to school.”

“Last name?”

Claire paled. “Um…I’m not really sure…”

Duncan raised an eyebrow. “How can you not be sure?”

“It’s complicated,” Miss Asante said with a smile, Claire breathing a sigh of relief. “Thankfully I know exactly who you are. It helps that you’re the only new kid this week,” she said with a wink. Turning to the screen in front of her, she began to type. “Officially you’re registered as Claire McCabe, formerly Aerovl. Your Aunt and Uncle came in this weekend to register you. It was a bit complex what with all the paperwork involved and loopholes we had to go through…thankfully they had everything prepared.”

Miss Asante paused for a moment, reading off of the monitor. She clicked something and disappeared in a side room briefly.

“McCabe, huh?”

“I guess so,” Claire said. She was quiet; she hadn’t thought about what last name her Aunt and Uncle would have given to the school. She was glad that they hadn’t given her father’s last name. She smiled to herself—Claire McCabe had a very nice ring to it. She decided she liked it the best out of all her last names she had ever had.

“Alright, here you go Claire,” Miss Asante said, clicking back to the front desk. “This paper has all the information you need for today. You’re in room 109 with Mrs. Reid’s sixth graders. Mr. Taylor can take you to your class as it’s his too. Mrs. Reid will give you your locker key and number when you get there. That piece of paper has a lot of other important information your teacher will need to know. You may be working with the academic assistance department for a few weeks to get you caught up. You’ve missed a fair bit of school, Miss McCabe.”

Claire took the document and held on tight to it. “So I give this important stuff to my teacher?”

“Mhmm,” the secretary replied, smiling. “Now you two get going or you’ll be late and right back in here before you even settle into your seats today. Welcome to the school, Miss McCabe. You have a wonderful day,” she said, smiling.

“You too Miss Asante,” Duncan said, headed for the door with Claire close behind.

“And thank you!” Claire shouted back as they left the administrative office.

They walked back up the hall and made a right by the stairs. Their classroom was at the very end of a bright hallway, a set of shiny green lockers between their door and the window at the end of the hallway.

“Here we are!” Duncan said, pulling open the door. Taking one deep breath, Claire walked into the classroom.

Inside, students were chatting and hanging sweaters up at the coatracks, or walked to their desks with a pile of books in their arms. The walls of the room were lined with colourful art and posters. There were four groups of six desks pushed together facing the chalkboard. By the windows, at an oak desk with a spiny pencil tray and a small vase of colourful flowers, sat Mrs. Reid. Her stringy brown hair was pulled back into a bun, glasses sitting perched on her pointy nose. The teacher looked up, brown eyes sparkling which Claire thought was very odd, as she looked so…scary.

“Do I just go up to her?” Claire asked.

“Yup,” Duncan said. “Your spot shall be saved!”

Claire smiled and made her way towards the teacher’s desk, trying to be calm. Once she got to the desk she stood silently, waiting for the teacher to look up at her.

“Hello,” Mrs. Reid said finally, taking off her glasses and smiling. She didn’t look as scary with them off. “You must be Claire.”

Claire nodded. “Miss Asante told me to give you this,” Claire said, handing her the papers.

“Perfect,” the teacher said, skinning them carefully. “You seem to have missed quite a bit of school, nearly two years. May I ask why?”

Claire shrugged. She didn’t know how to answer that; nor did she feel comfortable.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. At any rate, we’ll get you all caught up in no time.” Mrs. Reid smiled, a very warm smile that made Claire feel less intimidated and more at ease. “School can be scary, especially first days. But I have everything all set up for you to make sure your first day isn’t as scary as you think it will be. Now, you’ll be spending a lot of time with the academic councillors. They’ll do a few assessments with you, figure out where you stand academically speaking, and have you all caught up in no time. Sound good?”

“Sure,” Claire said, though to be honest she wasn’t quite sure what this meant for her.

“Good. Now then, let’s get you settled in class first before those assessments.”

Nodding Claire followed Mrs. Reid over to her new desk. The second morning bell rang and the day began.

The morning went by fast; finally it was lunchtime and Claire rushed back to her classroom just in time to see Duncan and the rest of their group closing their lockers and leaving for lunch.

“Duncan!” Claire shouted. He stopped and turned around, grinning when he saw her approaching.

“Hey Claire! Good timing, we were just about to head to the cafeteria for lunch.”

“Don’t we eat in the classrooms?” Claire asked. She had passed several classes on her way over and saw the kids at their desks with their lunches.

“Not the sixth, seventh and eighth graders,” Duncan said. “Remember what I said about the Mayor before Mayor Swan? How he was really progressive?”

“Yes,” Claire said, her lunch bag in her hand as she and Duncan walked up the hall.

“This was one of his ideas! The three upper grades eat in the cafeteria in order to get used to High School.”

“I think it’s a little too early for that sort of thing, to be honest,” Trena said. “It’s such a hassle to get from class to the cafeteria then back to class again to put away our stuff before recess.”

“Thank you for your opinion, Trena,” Duncan said sarcastically.

“No problem,” she said, speeding up to walk with Ellie.

“So how was your morning?” Duncan asked, as they followed the girls into the large cafeteria.

“I don’t think I’ve ever written my name as much as I have today,” Claire said, as Duncan led her to a table where Ellie and Trena had sat, along with two boys. From the hurried introduction Claire had gotten in the morning, the two boys were Trena’s brothers Aran and Evan. All three had similar facial features and the same green eyes; the boy with the neat black hair was Evan and the one with the messy brown hair was Aran, if she remembered correctly.

“How come you had to do all that work this morning?” Evan asked as Claire sat down and took out her lunch.

“Yeah, you barely had time to sit in our group and like chill and stuff,” Aran added.

“I’ve missed a bit of school,” Claire said quietly, staring at her sandwich blankly.

“Mrs. Reid trying to get you all caught up?” Evan asked.

Claire nodded, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “I did a bunch of tests and stuff this morning with these special teachers.”

“You’ll probably end up working most mornings with them,” Evan began. “Or some mornings and some afternoons. It depends what stuff is grade six level for you and what stuff isn’t.”

“How do you know all that?” Trena demanded.

Her brother shrugged. “Common knowledge…isn’t it?”

“No dude,” Aran said. “It’s not.”

As the triplets began bickering, Duncan took the opportunity to talk to Claire himself. Their trip to the office earlier had resulted in a lot of questions Duncan had for this new girl. When they had left for lunch on the weekend, Duncan had asked his Mom about Claire. She didn’t tell him much; only that Claire had lost her Mom to the Fever, been sent to live with her Dad in very bad conditions and was now relocated and living with her great aunt and uncle and her cousin.

“Can I ask you a question or two Claire?”

“I guess so.”

“Earlier in the office…you said you weren’t sure what your last name was. How come?”

“I’ve had lotsa last names. Like three. I wasn’t sure…I mean, I only just moved in with my Aunt and Uncle and they’re gonna officially adopt me but there’s trouble with papers and stuff I think and—”

“Slow down, Claire! Just breathe. You’re getting all flustered, it’s kinda cute,” Duncan grinned. “And don’t even think about saying it Ellie,” he snapped. Ellie had heard Duncan’s comment (the Triplet’s bickering had gotten boring) and was just about to tease once more before he stopped her.

“I didn’t realize this was a no-fun allowed zone,” Ellie said, sticking out her tongue.

“Your idea of fun involves making fun of other people,” Duncan retorted. “Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”

“Barely!” Ellie said, Duncan seemingly ignoring her.

Claire giggled, feeling a tad more at ease. “Cause I haven’t been officially adopted yet I wasn’t sure what my Aunt and Uncle told Ms. Asante my last name was. But it ended up being alright cause she knew who I was anyway and they gave me their last name which I get to have in a few days I think.”

“Claire McCabe,” Duncan said. “I think it suits you.”

“Thank you I think,” Claire said.

“What was it before?”

“I had my…it was Aerovl. And before that it was Evans.”

“Evans is nice,” Evan said.

“You only like it cause your name is in it!” Ellie shouted.

“Wouldn’t you?” Aran asked. “I know I would. Aran Arans.”

“That just sounds like a bunch of yous and one of you is more than enough,” Trena said. “I couldn’t imagine an army of Aran’s, yuck.”

Wanting to avoid another triplet fight, Duncan changed the subject.

“So are you with us this afternoon?”

“I think so. Mr. Moe and Ms. Smith didn’t say I had to come back, and Mrs. Reid didn’t either.”

“Good, we can use this afternoon to modernize you,” Trena said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Duncan asked.

“She’s missed like a century of school,” Trena said. “We gotta help her, I mean look at those clothes.”

“I like what I’m wearing,” Claire said. It was one of her new outfits and she liked how flowy her purple shirt was.

“It’s nice and all,” Trena said, “but it could use a little something. We need to accessorize!”

“Oh! Glitter!” Ellie shouted. “It’s missing glitter.”

“I don’t think Claire wants any glitter on her clothes. In fact, nobody does.”

“Oh shut up Duncan, what do you know about accessorizing? Glitter makes anything pretty! You should see what I did to my room with it. Sparkles everywhere. Funny story actually…”

Claire watched as Ellie launched into a complex story, talking a mile a minute.

“She’s breathing, right?” Claire asked Aran.

“Somehow. She usually doesn’t breathe when she talks though, it’s completely normal,” Aran assured her.

This group of friends was fun. Claire decided that she liked them; and if Duncan liked them too, that was good enough for her. She’d just have to get use to their friendliness. They meant well, after all. And it was a nice change for Claire, to have people meaning well instead of being just plain old mean.

The afternoon passed by maybe faster than the morning, Claire thought. Ellie had chatted all day and Trena tried to tell her about the most in things, whatever that meant. Claire ended up slipping out once again to do some more assessments; this time it was for her reading and writing instead of maths. Finally it was home time, and Claire was more than happy to be done with the day. She followed her classmates out of the building, Duncan close behind her—for the majority of the day he had held true to his promise and been her tour guide.

“Do you walk home, Claire?”

“I think on some days I will. Maybe most days. I don’t really know. Today my cousin is picking me up,” Claire said, spotting Danica in the crowd of parents.

“Cool! Let me know where your house is, we can walk together in the mornings. Walking alone is never fun,” Duncan said.

Claire smiled. “Okay. I gotta go now, Danica’s right there,” Claire said, pointing.

“Tell her I said hi! See you tomorrow, Claire!” Duncan said, leaving Claire alone with one final wave. Smiling, she made her way over to Danica in the crowd, giving her a big hug when she was finally next to the brunette.

“Hey Claire! How was your first day?”

“Really long. I’m really tired. My teacher is nice but she looks really scary. Not like a bad scary but like a…” Claire trailed off, searching for a word she didn’t have.

“Intimidating?” Danica asked, the pair making their way down the street hand in hand.

“What does that mean?”

“It means she makes you feel…small, I guess and kind of like you should work super hard all the time.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it! She was really nice though and she made sure my day wasn’t what you said or scary or anything.”

“That’s good! What else is new?” Danica asked, as they reached the car and hoped in.

“Lots and lots of stuff!” Claire began.

Danica started the car and began to maneuver her way out of the school zone, listening to Claire talk all about her day. She talked about her morning and hour in the afternoon with the special teachers, and how division was evil but Mr. Moe showed her tricks to make it less evil. She talked about the lockers and how her lock was hard to open at the end of the day. She talked about how loud the lunchroom was and by the time they reached the driveway, Claire was talking about her new friends in her group.

“And then there’s Ellie and she talks lots and lots. She had a twenty minute conversation about glitter today at lunch.”

“I bet you two chatter boxes will get along,” Danica said, shutting off the car and ruffling Claire’s hair. She giggled, hoping out of the car and up the steps to the door.

“Are you home for the day now?” Claire asked.

“Well I finished my shift at the library. I volunteer there on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s. Unfortunately I have the early dinner shift at work tonight, so I’m going to head in, get changed and head back out,” Danica said, unlocking the door.

“You can put your backpack anywhere,” Danica said. “I gotta get ready. I’ll see you for dinner,” Danica finished, rushing up the stairs.

“See you later,” Claire said, neatly putting her shoes by the door and putting her backpack by the coat hanger. She didn’t have homework today and figured she should put her backpack right by the door so she wouldn’t forget it. That would be awful.

“Claire, is that you?”

“Yes Aunt Elaine,” Claire said, wondering where her Aunt was. The living room was empty.

“I thought so. Your cousin, always in a hurry—she didn’t even say hello! We have a guest! Come say hi, Claire dear, and have some cake.”

Curious of the guest her Aunt had and really wanting a piece of cake, Claire walked through the living room into the dining room. She stopped in the doorway, hiding behind her hair and staring at the woman seated beside Elaine. She was tan and plump, with thinning brown hair curling on her head. She looked kinda familiar—but that didn’t make any sense. Claire would remember someone as friendly as this lady looked…right?

“Claire, this is my dear friend Ms. Manuela Garcia. Manuela, this is my great niece, Claire.”

“Hello,” Claire said quietly. Manuela squinted at Claire for a while, staring very intently. She gasped suddenly, a look of recognition in her eyes.

“Oh my, I would know those eyes anywhere,” she said quietly. “They’re just like Sophia’s! Why it could not possibly be…no, but it is! It must be! Claire…Claire Evans, is that you?”

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It's hard figuring out how to use Stash instead of that old html shit for submitting writing. I fgured it out though! More or less.

It is 1:35 in the morning, I am still waiting for my bedsheets to finish before I ca go to bed and I thought hey, why don't I post another Remnants Chapter! So I did. This one is my new favourite, I think I've mentioned that. After I edited it I was grinning like a madwoman, I loved the enw version. Found some little mistakes too! Now I gotta update the FP version of the chapter--I marked it wrong, it's VIII not VII, imagine having two chapter 7's, how weird would that be!

I figure I'll attempt to write the new chapter while I can during exam season; I had one today (yesterday now I guess), one Monday, then next Thursday, then a double whammy the Monday after. Talk about brutal. First exam went well though! Tell me how yours went, if you do exam things? thesis writing? Day to day jobs?

Anyway, do leave a comment here! Tell me what you liked and what you hated! But please be nice ;)

Next chapter will be out sooner, new chapter by end of December probably! I'll try for it at least. Then a Halloween chapter in...January. Hehe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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AM I DESTINED TO NEVER FINISH THIS STORY LIKE I JUST WANT TO GET IT DONE I HAVE SO MANY MORE TO WRITE AHHHH

-breaths- 

Rant over, for the most part. 

Midterm Hell coasted into Essay Purgatory and then descended into Exam Hell and thus the Holidays started and I have been nonstop since Monday last week. I haven't had a day of rest and so I'm incredibly tired mentally, it's awful. Today was a brutal day; it started out super nice, my boyfriend and I went to see the Doctor Who Christmas special in theatres and it was A plus plus plus plUS and then we did Lunch. We got the first snowfall of the season which as turned into a flat out snowstorm (gotta love Canadianland, amirite?). After lunch, I drove my sister to the school to film stuff AND THEN THE CAR BATTERY CRAPPED OUT ON ME.

We had to wait for my Dad to get home from work, tried to jumpstart the Fit with the new Odyssey-couldn't find the ground in the Odyssey, and so we called CAA. They came ASAP and then I drove the car around for half an hour and came home as the snow got super bad, and the poor fit has zero traction because we haven't gotten the snow tires put on yet and the summer tires are so worn down it's brutal.

Man just writing about my day is exhausting! And it's really upsetting because I wanted to do so much seasonal writing for the Frosts but I just could not do it, no time at all! I only finished exams a week ago--I had two last Monday *MUFFLED SCREAMING*. I wanted to revise the Swan Valley Christmas Story I posted years ago, The Magic of Storms, and never got around to it. Oy vey.

On the plus side, Christmas was alright this year! No major mom and dad fights, knock on wood. Back to Kingston in a week, and back to school as well. I think I'm gonna take the next two days as home days-I had planned to shop with grandma and go to the ROM with aunts, but I am much too tired and cannot even fathom going out tomorrow (especially with the roads as awful as they are today! It's snow/frozen rain and it's cold and loud and awful). Nor Wednesday. Then New Year's Day will be...interesting; my Mom is hosting a dinner with her side of the familia and her brother is a Jerk like no other jerk who has jerked before. And I'm inviting the boyfriend, whom he insulted several times last year. But Fluffy can handle it, he's a trooper.

So yeah, this went from an update to a vent journal...opps!

Expect Remnants next weekish, perhaps. How goes your holidays, watchers?
  • Mood: Not Impressed
  • Listening to: Frozen Rain and Snores
  • Reading: Heroes of Olympus
  • Watching: Cartoons
  • Playing: Vindictus
  • Eating: so much chocolate
  • Drinking: water

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