#oc:ann

13. What is your OCs earliest memory?

Ann's earliest memory is going to the beach when she was 6 and being terrified of the water because it was cold. She spends more time building sand sculptures than being in the water though.

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sorry the journal sucks, i didnt really have anything eventful thought out in ann's life, so i decided to make explanations for some things she likes, such as her obsession with fish and how she became the more... delusional girl she is. this is the year before she moved to souzou, she only started keeping a journal now.

Ann's Journal:

August 28 tomorrow is the first day of school. dad says if i get less than a B+ i'll get in trouble. i'm going to try my best.

August 29 school is fine. we all said our names and what we liked. i told everyone that i liked cats. most of them liked dogs more. what's wrong with cats? i have a cat friend who lives in the alley. im going to save some food from my lunch tomorrow and bring it to him.

August 30 i'm happy. today i met a girl who likes cats too. we played with the alley cat together. then we did homework at her house but... mom and dad were upset i was late it really hurts, but who do i cry to? mom doesnt care, the scars on my arms are from her im sorry, i already said it so many times but im sorry

August 31 mom made me something to eat for breakfast, she sat on the couch watching tv and drinking coffee as she apologized for last night. i quietly listened to her mumble on and on, but finally i said it was okay i understand. mom has to work and everything, it is hard for you. for once, i said i love you before i left for school, and for once mom smiled when i said it.

my friend and i met in the alley again, i didnt stay long what are all of those scratches on your body, she asked? i lied and said i fell on the way home, it didnt hurt anyways. she nodded and we sat for a few minutes talking before i went back home again. maybe if i tell my parents about my friend i can stay out longer.

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September 24 My friend wants to adopt the cat. It doesn't have a home, and it's getting colder out. I told her to do it, and then we can play with it at her house. We're really close now. We sit together at lunch and whenever we can we work together in class. I'm glad to have such a great friend. She's my best friend.

Things at home are calmer. They didn't warm up to the idea of me staying out longer but slowly agreed, so long as they didn't have to make me dinner. I already pack my own meals, so I'm used to making my own food. Though I can't cook... I should learn to use the oven.

September 27 we dont have any food so i didnt eat today. thats 2 days in a row. but its okay. mom and dad ate the last of what we had their paycheck comes friday. i will wait until then

September 28 Three days. Friend took cat. Thirsty. Night.

September 29 my friend is spending less time with me im sorry, i disappointed you as well because i goof around, my grades dropped i am not getting b+ instead i am getting punished im just a bother, im sorry

October 18 for the first time i heard about halloween ghosts and stuff, they sound really cool but scary i wonder if i will see a ghost. my parents are happy with my 100% grades it cost me my friendship, but i am happy tomorrow is art class, im going to draw a ghost

October 19 i drew lots of ghosts and creepy monsters the kids laughed at me, but i was happy i think they're real, people say its stupid though im going to go ghost hunting!

October 28 halloween is in 3 days i have a plan the kids talk about this haunted abandoned house if its haunted, there will be a spirit i will talk to the spirit. it will be my friend. we can play. i have everything ready. i have a camera and a knife knives are good for prying things open its how i get out of my locked room when my parents lock it shut

October 31 [Some words are unreadable due to red marks on the journal.] he d--nt ta-k to m e dad i- f---ous at me it hurts it hurts it hurts wi-l writ--- ea-e the pa-n?

November 1 i think i'm dyi-- everything h--- nobody car-- what do i -- ---- im sorry i ------ --u

November 4 Another day, another strike. Another day, another strike. He hits the baseball! It flies out of the field!

But did you consider the baseball's feelings? What if it was alive? The baseball has nobody to love it. The baseball is a toy.

I wrote this poem in class. I'm proud of it. Teacher kept me after class. "Why did you write this?" "Did you like it?" I asked in response. She gives me a weird expression, but lets me go. I dont know what she wanted, but I'm not worried. I hope I get a good grade for my poem.

November 5 Another day, another strike. Another day, another strike. He hits the baseball! It flies out of the field!

The baseball is not a toy. The baseball isn't even a baseball.

December 18 dear dad, my poem was not meant to admit to you hurting me i really thought the baseball had feelings now i have detention and you hate me. i'm sorry. i'll try better next time. maybe i will write a fairytale i really like little red riding hood. shes a brave kid i want to be brave like her, so i will be strong.

December 19 people came to the house. they looked at me and talked to mom and dad, both of them hissing replies to them. one of the people looked down at me, kneeling down and holding my hand. he looked into my eyes gently, like father did years ago. "Are you okay?" i was confused what he meant. "Did they hurt you?" who? who hurt me? i don't know what you're talking about. "Your father, did he cause this scar on your arm?" i paused. i forgot all about it. i was being brave like little red. i think that one is from mom, i replied. it's okay, i am a brave kid now. my parents were away from home all night that day.

December 21 what did i do wrong?

December 22 im sorry, father

December 23 i cost a lot of money. i will have to drop some things. school would be nice. said that would cost even more money.

[The entries between here and February 5th are nearly all the same, most barely readable. Afterwards, a huge X is drawn in the journal, the next page decorated with flowers and smiley faces.]

February 5 I don't know why I used to like cats. They're weird animals. Now I like fish! You don't know what they do. All they do is swim until they die. It feels sad, I keep them company. There's many koi fish in the pond and they all look at me. It's fun to sing a silly song while they open and close their mouths. It's like they are the ones singing.

Journal, how have you been? I'm feeling fine. I spend most of my time away from home, I don't care anymore. When I don't care, it doesn't hurt. I'm finally free from the pain. At night it feels like the spirits wake up and wander the streets. I think I hear them whisper sometimes. I'll need to think about it.

February 6 Another day, another strike. Another day, another strike. He hits the baseball! It flies out of the field!

I forgot about my poem! It was read in class today. Everyone was laughing. I think they enjoyed the poem. Even so, I got weird looks the entire time I sat alone at my lunch table. Maybe I was sitting with a ghost, and they were worried. Don't worry, the ghost is my friend. He is very nice.

February 25 My birthday is in less than a month. I am curious, though. What is so special about a birthday? What do you do? I am another year older, but that's it. People say you celebrate. We don't celebrate. Or, I never had a celebration. I don't get it. Why is it such a happy day?

March 6 I did it! My parents praised my pictures! They liked the scenery. It was very calm. Well, they were of the ghost hunting adventures I had. I didnt say that becase they'd be mad.

March 8 I decided to show them the articles I wrote with the pictures. They stared at me in silence for a long time. I haven't had a bruise for days, but it's okay. My writing is good. Get rid of the ghosts, they told me. I like the ghost stories, though. Without it, my writing is nothing.

March 16 Todays my birthday. Nothing happened, as I expected Happy birthday to me. I am 17 now. I am apparently too childish for my age. I don't know why I'm not as mature as the others. For me, I am acting my age. What's wrong?

March 28 I'm starting to see ghosts at school. I want to talk to them! But they're always bothered by kids wandering the halls. For now, I can't talk to them but I will figure a way I can. I was thinking about a time at night. That's when they like to roam.

April 24 After almost a month of planning, I'm ready to break into school. I have my camera at the ready, shoes that won't make any noises, and of course a backpack with anything else I'll need, and a small notebook for notes. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I'm going to break into school and finally meet the ghosts.

April 26 My heart is still pounding out of my chest. Before I could do anything, sirens wailed to the point I thought my ears would go deaf. I was terrified. I tried to hide, but I was easily found by the police that arrived. Last night, I was in jail. It was cold. It was very cold. My parents were furious. They said their life was over. Things were going to get much harder from now on. All their problems are because of me. I almost cried, but I have to be strong. I made it this far, one day things will be all better.

May 5 I'm on the news. There was an article written about me, and almost everyday I see people on the television talking about the break-in.

I wrote it down as quickly as I could. "Kids we've interviewed said the child was delusional, believing in ghosts and talking about fairytales all the time. One child, claiming to have been her friend before said: 'I don't know what happened to her. One day she was smart, and now she's... I don't know... I'm embarrassed to be with her anymore.' The child, Ann Fisher, was released from jail due to legal reasons. Ann's parents, ______ and ______ will be charged for all damages."

May 7 Dad was on TV. He apologized for my actions and said I will be lectured accordingly.

May 21 I can't go outside without having rocks thrown at me. It doesn't hurt, I am brave. But I still don't feel happy. My parents have been discussing moving to Japan. That's far away, but I'm happy. I can start new. I will find people who like ghosts and stuff. And nobody will remember this incident. I hope we move. I want to leave this place behind. I'm being haunted by memories.

June 10 We are moving to Japan. I am so happy. My parents scolded me when I smiled at the news. They said if I did this again, the consequences would be worse. I will be a good kid, I told them.

June 19 I am changing everything about me. I cut my hair so it was shorter. I got new clothes, they feel comfortable on me. When I look in the mirror, I don't see myself anymore. I see the new me, and this new me looks pretty. People will like her, boys will compliment her. I wish I was this girl all along. I am happy.

July 2 I am settled now in my new home. My parents told me about my new school. It's called Souzou Academy. I'm being enrolled to further my photography and journalism skills. I think it's great. I enjoy taking pictures, and writing articles. My parents said no ghost stuff, but... They won't find out if I don't tell them, right? I looked up information online. It looks like a nice place.

August 28 It's almost time... It's been one year since I started this journal. It's funny, isn't it? To talk about the new school year on the same day? Oh well. Today, this is a new Ann. I am brave, and I'm a good kid. ...I fumbled in my bag and pulled out my old prying knife. You're coming with me again, aren't you? ................... I guess some things about me I can't change.

November 5 Thinking about things is painful. Somethings I think I should get rid of this journal. What good does it do? It haunts me. It taunts me. It's a reminder who I am is just a lie. I hate it. I hate this journal. I hate myself. That's why I changed, right? To be loved for once..? That won't happen, Ann. Just rest your pretty eyes and hope to fall asleep...

Headcanons:

Her poem was about baseball because her father watched it a lot when he was home. Sometimes she'd watch it with him, though secretly.

She didn't realize she was being 'abused'. She just thought she was being hurt because she wasn't being good enough.

Do not mention the baseball poem. Don't do it.

The poem is an easy breaking point for her.

She's scared of baseball because of the poem.

Her birthday is March 16.

She is partially vegetarian. She doesn't mind eating seafood, but she can't bear to see it killed in front of her. Meat she will not eat at all.

She has been going through abuse ever since she was 12. She didn't start keeping a journal until 15.