Helen's Journal

[Helen]

Dear Journal,

How I've gotten familiar with those words. Dear Journal. It's the last thing I have of my old life, back in the orphanage a year or so ago. Nevermind about that, I don't want to go write all about Henry. Oh, I just mentioned him. Well, that reminds me, I overheard some guy, the Warden apparently, talking about some place called SuperJail. Chelmey would totally come up with something like that, with his stupid "No criminal gets past me! I have an ultra jail!" Things like that he would totally say.

I'm so excited to see my dad again though. He's teaching archeology, just like back home, and I get to be in his class now. He also doesn't have to get posisoned by Flora's cooking anytime soon. That's always a good thing.

I better be on my way to get to bed. I got plenty of stuff to do tomorrow, and I don't want to get yelled at anytime soon by someone for falling asleep in class because I was writing so much.

Helen.

[Helen]

Dear Journal,

Next entry. Not much has happened. Not anything interesting like unicorns killing each other anyways. I got to see Dad again today, but not for as long. Though, I had an interesting time in voodoo class. Dr. Facilier is quite interesting. I swear, he can read my thoughts sometimes! If he can, I better not think of my mom in his class.

Mom. That word is alien to me. When you live as an orphan twelve years of your life, you never say that word. Ever. And to make things worse, she's dead. I had dreams when I was young. Dreams that can no longer be fulfilled because of that stupid time machine and Bill Hawks. You're a journal though, so you can't tell anyone. Unless someone else is reading this...

I absolutely hate the word time now. Time tore me from what I wanted. Time. If time didn't exist, maybe things would work out differently.

Helen.

[Helen]

Dear Journal,

Man was today exciting! I snuck through some journals just like at the orphanage. Oh, I never explained this did I? Well...

Journal snatching started quite some time ago. Of course, the names I'm using aren't the real names of these people, in case someone else is journal snatching and reading this and somehow those people are here. I found Jenny's journal laying around one day and read it. Jenny liked Johnny. I read Johnny's journal when he wasn't watching. Johnny likes Amber. I read Amber's journal, Amber likes Derek and Derek likes Jenny. Journal snatching is amazing for pranks you know. Like, tell Derek Jenny likes him, tell Amber Derek likes her, Amber likes Johnny and Johnny likes Jenny. Then, everyone gets into a fight and no one suspects you.

Honestly, I should stop doing that though. And if you're reading this and you're not me, I'm not hesitating to punch you. At all. If Henry were here, he'd do the same. But, after that explosion, he was injured and the newspaper claimed him to be dead. I didn't know what to think anymore. I had my father and my sister, but I lost my best friend and my mother. Life's funny that way, isn't it? The day I found out Henry died, he sent me a letter that got to me days after his death apparently. I'm not getting into detail with that because again, journal snatching.

I suppose I should shut up with my old life and move on with the new, yes? I went to a singing place today. I met Hanna and Maka. Well, I saw them earlier, but didn't talk to them. Didn't want to risk spilling about the orphanage you know. But anyways, I did something I only did as a joke with Henry. I sang. Now, if you know me, you're probably like "What? She's totally lying!" Nope. I sang up on that stage and felt triumphant.

Triumphant over Utau. Freaking blondie said we were freaks and amateurs. If I were still in the orphanage, I totally would've journal snatched her. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to search to see if she has a journal I can sneak through.

Helen

[Helen]

Dear Journal,

Henry. Henry died. Henry doesn't exist anymore. Henry was brutally killed in an accident. That explosion killed him. Yet, I doubt myself now. James. James escaped death. James exists. James is part of the football team. It's so frustrating to think that Henry was alive all this time, and I believed he died. I trusted that he was gone forever. But, then again, James may be lying and just appear like Henry. Like that Kevin kid. You might as well just say Claire's alive. *Tear stain* If she were alive, I don't know what I'd do. I've lived in an orphanage most of my life, and if she just popped up saying she was my mother...

No. It's impossible. I have Dad and Flora. That's all I'll ever have.

Helen.

[Death the kid]

her journals are really in character.

[Helen]

((Thanks!))