#year 1

Dear Diary,

Well, a couple things happened today.

First, Cheena came and sat at our table for lunch today, but um . . . I don’t think she had a good time again.  I think we’ve all gotten kinda close, and we have a lot in common.  Cheena just didn’t get to say a whole lot.  I feel bad for her, but I don’t know what to do about it. 

Maybe I should try finding her a better friend group?  I talk to people.  I’m sure I could figure something out.  In the meantime, I told her she can keep sitting with us as long as she likes, though I’m not sure if she wants to.  I just don’t want her to feel like I’m kicking her out.

The other thing that happened was in Adventurer’s Club.  I thought it would be a little more dramatic, honestly.  I asked Dorian again what had happened, this time with everybody else there, but um . . . not only did he keep denying anything happened, everybody else was acting cagey too - saying that it was probably nothing, even Nuka, that traitor!  Like, the whole point of the club is that we’re supposed to investigate weird goings on.  How are we supposed to do that if everyone is living in denial?

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Spice Swarm. Year 1, Spring 2: Marshmallow decides he does not want to hunt or fight to serve the Swarm. He puts what knowledge he has into training as the new Swarm's first healer. ... He belatedly realizes he doesn't know where many herbs can be found in the Spice Mesas. Saffron Dust kicks up a cloud of sand at Marshmallow while he sorts herbs. Marshmallow notices an odd glint in Saffron Dust's eyes... ... Sweet Vanilla and Saffron Dust caught a jelly rabbit earlier. Sweet Vanilla shares the catch with Peppercorn while they chat.

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Just another normal day at Weathersby’s Academy.

Science, Math, Social Studies, Choir.  I think I’m almost getting used to this weird schedule.  I’m really surprised I haven’t messed things up yet.

Something I’m starting to notice is that the school cliques are starting to take hold.

At lunch, the Adventurer’s Club has been sitting together lately, along with Yorik’s friends: Nezza, Rayn, and Flay.  I look around the cafeteria though, and I see Finn sitting with some guys I don’t really know; Karin is always sitting with one of the Water Class boys, and a girl from Ice Class too; that group of jerks with like Marta and Locrian always sit together; Mixi has a group of friends, though I’ve never met any of them; the cheerleaders are always sitting with the older cheerleaders, and there’s a group of boys I always see sitting with Umin.  I don’t think the whole class has sorted things out yet, like Jory and Nory seem to be at a different table every day, Feste hops between a few tables, and I don’t think I’ve seen Cheena anywhere during lunchtime, but we all seem to be settling in at least.

I kinda worry about Cheena though.  I know she’s pretty shy, and I feel a little bad how the last time she sat with us, Jory dominated the conversation.  So I invited her to sit with us again.  Cassie too; I usually see her sitting with Luna, and sometimes Feste or the twins, but I never see her really talking with anyone.  Well, Cassie “graciously declined” our offer, and Cheena already had dinner plans (not sure what they were though), but she agreed to come sit at our table tomorrow for lunch.  Hopefully she has a better time tomorrow.  (Also, is it just me, or is Cassie kinda weird?  Might be a job for the Adventurer’s Club!)

Anyway, tomorrow is sure to be interesting.  Let’s see if we can get Dorian to admit that he literally melted right in front of me the other day.  I bet he does!

Dear Diary,

I finally got Dorian to talk to me.  I had to corner him after PE, but I did it.  He tried to pretend that nothing happened though.  “What are you talking about, Sonika?”  “That’s crazy, Sonika!”  Like, shut up, you jerkface!  I know what I saw.  I’ll just have to bring it up at our next Adventurer’s Club.

In the meantime . . . um . . . not much to report.  We’re reading a book about a boy in a black-and-white world in English, which I guess is interesting.  We’re playing soccer in PE.  We’re working on our science project for science class, and by “we,” I mean Umin decided that he wants to do an experiment involving baseball bats and how effective different bats are, probably ‘cuz he’s on the baseball team.  Lotta and I are just going along with it.

In Japanese class, I got to know Tony and Tabula a little better.  Tony is really open and funny, while Tabula is more reserved.  Ayaka had us in a little group, testing each other on our hiragana.  Tony was the best at it, while Tabula was struggling about as much as I was.  We also had to put together little sentences.  “Hello, I am Sonika.  I am a student.  I study Japanese.”  Or um . . .

“Konnichi wa.  Watashi wa Sonika desu.  Watashi wa gakusei desu.  Watashi wa nihongo wo benkyou shimasu.” 

I think maybe that’s right?  I hope that’s right.  Maybe I said “watashi” too much?  But what else am I supposed to say?  Oh well.

Otherwise, yeah.  Pretty normal day.  I really am starting to feel like I’m settling in.  It’s a nice feeling.

Dear Diary,

I didn’t see Dorian all day.  Other people did.  Yuly said they’d hung out in the dorm for a bit, but he’d left shortly before I came down.  And when I went to get breakfast, Nuka said that Dorian had been at the table with him, but left a little bit before I arrived.

Since no one else was there, I told him what had happened last night, and he seemed really interested in it, saying it was things like this that we’re looking for as members of the Adventurer’s Club, and how interesting it was that this should happen to Dorian when he was the one who’d suggested a club built around investigating mysterious incidents; it was like he wanted us to find him . . . provided he knew at all.

Well, Nuka promised to ask Dorian about it if he found him, and that was that.

Instead, I spent the day hanging out with Lotta and Carlie.  It’s Sunday, our only real day off, so we spent it walking around campus, window shopping in the school store, picnicking on the lawn, and all-and-all just lazing around.  Carlie fit in so well with me and Lotta, even though we only met her yesterday, I’m so glad! 

I didn’t tell either of them about Dorian though, mostly ‘cuz I didn’t want to make Carlie worry.  I’ll tell Lotta after class tomorrow if I don’t see Dorian before then.  And as for Dorian . . . well, he can’t hide from me forever.  I’ll find out what happened, I swear it!