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rainbowfic2015-08-20 09:51 pm
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Admin Yellow 21
Name: starphotographs
Story: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Lilith Fair Village Stage (throwback): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCiAYmhJJ70)
Characters: Milo, Kit a little bit, rabble of assorted others.
Colors: Admin Yellow 21 (You know I don’t like it when people mess with kids.)
Word Count: 901
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Milo takes a trip down memory lane.
Note: A callback to something in my White Opal saturation! Because I always wanted to expand on that.
Dear Diary
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I give up.
I wander the apartment, lining up stacks of books so they’re straight; shuffling stacks of paper together. Anything with a stack.
Since I got sick, this place has been looking pretty great. Or as “great” as it can, at any rate.
But, there are only so many piles to level, and, eventually, I get bored.
I might play a game on my old computer. Or I might start looking through my stuff, for nothing in particular.
Tonight was a good night for the latter, I guess.
Really, I own very little. Mostly books, and pencils sharpened down past three inches, and assorted bits of this and that. But looking at it is usually enough to keep me occupied.
And, sometimes, I find a long-buried artifact.
Like one of my childhood diaries.
This time, I ran across the first one, from when we were still in Darwintown. I remember writing in it, and that it was half journal, half laundry-list of complaints.
I opened it to a random page.
Today I was reading a book about Pluto. It is overdue. If the library doesn’t call, I’m keeping it.
-Phil stepped on my foot.
-Jen stuck her finger in my pudding.
Apparently, this was the beginning of my Library Book Problem. Which is why most of what little I own , to this day, is books. I moved around so much that I could just pack up all my ridiculously overdue books and take them with me. Librarians can’t hurt you when they’re all the way in another Quadrangle.
I flipped to a different page.
Today we found an old tire and rolled it around in the carport. Kit wanted to get in the tire and roll around, so I put him in, but he got dizzy and almost threw up. We got in trouble for being in the carport.
-Ally told me I’m weird.
-Rod took a marble I found and swallowed it on a dare because he didn’t know it was mine.
-Billy is a JERK.
Unfortunately, I didn’t remember what Billy did, or even who he was. When several minutes had passed without me remembering him, I just went to another page.
I don’t like meat. It comes out of a can and is shaped like one. It tastes weird. People here try to make me eat it, so I hide it places when no one is looking. Usually I try to get the table next to the vent. Today I couldn’t, so I put meat in my backpack, and had to wash it in the sink.
Rod said he pooped my marble today. I told him he could keep it, but he said it just went in the toilet. He owes me now.
-Jake ate my sandwich.
-Tom hogged the computer. (I unplugged the mouse when he wasn’t looking and got in trouble.)
The meat, and Jake, I did remember. Mostly because, since he seemed to want my food, I decided to solve both problems at once by sitting with him and sliding meat on his plate when his back was turned. I couldn’t imagine not writing about that, so I paged through the old notebook, seeing if I could find it. Then something else caught my eye.
Phil made my brother cry, so I hit him with a book. They yelled at me, but didn’t say anything to him at all. I think I’ll put old meat under his bed.
-Stan gets on my nerves.
-Kelly Proctor stole my binoculars. Kelly Proctor is a kleptomaniac.
Kelly Proctor was a kleptomaniac. She might still be one, for all I know. I didn’t remember Stan very well, but I think he might be one and the same with the kid who liked untying my shoelaces.
I turned a few more pages, and finally found the conclusion of the Jake/meat story.
I sat with Jake today. I don’t know him. But he’s usually hungry. I put all my meat on his plate when he turned to talk to someone. (Like, a piece every time.) He’d look down and say ‘but I ATE my meat, where did it come from!?’ I laughed.
-Kit doesn’t usually belong in this part, but he sat on my head today.
-There was a hair in my food. It looked like Tom’s hair.
The next entry was a little less, or perhaps more, straightforward.
Damn, damn, DAMN it all to HELL!!
-Bianca used all the hot water.
-The cafeteria lady grabbed my arm and yelled “NO MORE MEAT IN THE VENTS.”
-Kit cried, I got a headache. (Sorry.)
-Jake tried to show me how people pretend to poke each other in the eyes in movies and poked me in the eyes for real.
-MILO spilled water all over my other notebook. (IDIOT!)
-Phil is just stupid.
I decided to read the rest of the entries later, but a brief look through the pages showed that they were all like this. It really wasn’t so much a diary as a shitlist.
Really, I had to laugh. At either what a little snot everyone else was, or what a little asshole of a kid I was in particular.
But, even though he was a passive-aggressive book-stealing fuck, I kind of wanted to reach through the years and give my younger self a nice hug.
It sounds like he could use one.
starphotographsStory: Universe B
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Lilith Fair Village Stage (throwback): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCiAYmhJJ70)
Characters: Milo, Kit a little bit, rabble of assorted others.
Colors: Admin Yellow 21 (You know I don’t like it when people mess with kids.)
Word Count: 901
Rating: PG
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Milo takes a trip down memory lane.
Note: A callback to something in my White Opal saturation! Because I always wanted to expand on that.
Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I give up.
I wander the apartment, lining up stacks of books so they’re straight; shuffling stacks of paper together. Anything with a stack.
Since I got sick, this place has been looking pretty great. Or as “great” as it can, at any rate.
But, there are only so many piles to level, and, eventually, I get bored.
I might play a game on my old computer. Or I might start looking through my stuff, for nothing in particular.
Tonight was a good night for the latter, I guess.
Really, I own very little. Mostly books, and pencils sharpened down past three inches, and assorted bits of this and that. But looking at it is usually enough to keep me occupied.
And, sometimes, I find a long-buried artifact.
Like one of my childhood diaries.
This time, I ran across the first one, from when we were still in Darwintown. I remember writing in it, and that it was half journal, half laundry-list of complaints.
I opened it to a random page.
Today I was reading a book about Pluto. It is overdue. If the library doesn’t call, I’m keeping it.
-Phil stepped on my foot.
-Jen stuck her finger in my pudding.
Apparently, this was the beginning of my Library Book Problem. Which is why most of what little I own , to this day, is books. I moved around so much that I could just pack up all my ridiculously overdue books and take them with me. Librarians can’t hurt you when they’re all the way in another Quadrangle.
I flipped to a different page.
Today we found an old tire and rolled it around in the carport. Kit wanted to get in the tire and roll around, so I put him in, but he got dizzy and almost threw up. We got in trouble for being in the carport.
-Ally told me I’m weird.
-Rod took a marble I found and swallowed it on a dare because he didn’t know it was mine.
-Billy is a JERK.
Unfortunately, I didn’t remember what Billy did, or even who he was. When several minutes had passed without me remembering him, I just went to another page.
I don’t like meat. It comes out of a can and is shaped like one. It tastes weird. People here try to make me eat it, so I hide it places when no one is looking. Usually I try to get the table next to the vent. Today I couldn’t, so I put meat in my backpack, and had to wash it in the sink.
Rod said he pooped my marble today. I told him he could keep it, but he said it just went in the toilet. He owes me now.
-Jake ate my sandwich.
-Tom hogged the computer. (I unplugged the mouse when he wasn’t looking and got in trouble.)
The meat, and Jake, I did remember. Mostly because, since he seemed to want my food, I decided to solve both problems at once by sitting with him and sliding meat on his plate when his back was turned. I couldn’t imagine not writing about that, so I paged through the old notebook, seeing if I could find it. Then something else caught my eye.
Phil made my brother cry, so I hit him with a book. They yelled at me, but didn’t say anything to him at all. I think I’ll put old meat under his bed.
-Stan gets on my nerves.
-Kelly Proctor stole my binoculars. Kelly Proctor is a kleptomaniac.
Kelly Proctor was a kleptomaniac. She might still be one, for all I know. I didn’t remember Stan very well, but I think he might be one and the same with the kid who liked untying my shoelaces.
I turned a few more pages, and finally found the conclusion of the Jake/meat story.
I sat with Jake today. I don’t know him. But he’s usually hungry. I put all my meat on his plate when he turned to talk to someone. (Like, a piece every time.) He’d look down and say ‘but I ATE my meat, where did it come from!?’ I laughed.
-Kit doesn’t usually belong in this part, but he sat on my head today.
-There was a hair in my food. It looked like Tom’s hair.
The next entry was a little less, or perhaps more, straightforward.
Damn, damn, DAMN it all to HELL!!
-Bianca used all the hot water.
-The cafeteria lady grabbed my arm and yelled “NO MORE MEAT IN THE VENTS.”
-Kit cried, I got a headache. (Sorry.)
-Jake tried to show me how people pretend to poke each other in the eyes in movies and poked me in the eyes for real.
-MILO spilled water all over my other notebook. (IDIOT!)
-Phil is just stupid.
I decided to read the rest of the entries later, but a brief look through the pages showed that they were all like this. It really wasn’t so much a diary as a shitlist.
Really, I had to laugh. At either what a little snot everyone else was, or what a little asshole of a kid I was in particular.
But, even though he was a passive-aggressive book-stealing fuck, I kind of wanted to reach through the years and give my younger self a nice hug.
It sounds like he could use one.
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Rod said he pooped my marble today. I told him he could keep it, but he said it just went in the toilet. He owes me now.
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