Raconteur
Word Count: 987.
A/N: RAHHH ITS GOING PUBLIC!!! This is the first prologue of my camp nano project. There will be another one posted soon (most likely tomorrow), and I will try to focus more on writing than posting. I will be trying to post more on my instagram (jax.writez), though! I will probably post short updates there. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Prologue: Kaya
Gone were the days of normalcy in this town. It used to be that everyday, I could get up, walk to school, gain knowledge, and go home. However, since he came along, none of those are true.
If I recall correctly, his first day of school was in the middle of November. Odd, but not too bad. During his first week, he was quiet, did not really participate in class, and sat alone in the lunchroom. But, as he began to make friends, he got rowdy. He now had a big group of people to sit with at lunch, would talk during class, and would only raise his hand to mock the teacher. It angered me. Who does he think he is? I have known these people since before I could talk, and he is disrupting the peace. Before he came, nobody would really interact with me. I could go about my day just chatting with my friends, but now, his friends have been eyeing me oddly, almost maliciously. It’s okay, though.
It is almost his birthday, which means he will be even more obnoxious and will get away with most of it. The only way I know is because of the gossip that goes around. Because our town only has a population of 1,640, everybody knows everybody– if they are not already related– so word of a new two person family moving into the vacant house on the corner of Lake Road gets around pretty fast. It has also been going around that the boy lives with his father only, which I do not judge. Sometimes I wish that I could go away from my huge family, even though I love them, they make me go crazy sometimes.
Jamie and Janna have been doing well, despite being pri-mi twins, they have made a good recovery in the 5 months they have been on earth. Mom has been recovering well, too. She still can not bend too low, or pick up anything heavy, but she is still Mom. Dad has been taking care of her when us kids can not. He is almost too doting, it’s cute. He will bring her everything she needs, even if she does not ask for it. Their anniversary is in a couple weeks, but since Mom is still recovering, I do not think they are going to do anything. But, I am going to take myself, and the siblings that can walk to the mall to pick something out for the both of them. It will be on me because I took a couple more shifts, but hopefully I can take them this week.
Anyways, my teachers have decided that they want to be the biggest jerks in the world and have us study for finals almost a month early. It is probably for the better because some people have not been at school to learn everything we learned throughout the semester. But it means more tiny tests that I have to study for, which sucks.Anyways, the reason for today’s entry is because it is in fact Sunday, which means that I needed to spew out everything I could on paper before the week so I can remember how stressful the last week was and compare it to the next. It helps keep me sane. I don’t think that someone my age should have this many things to worry about, but I guess it could be worse. I also need to revise my college application. Only a couple more years. It is scary. I know Mrs. Daniels will say good things, but I really should start sucking up more. I I think that every year school just gets worse. Since I only have a few more semesters left until I graduate, it has gotten much worse than middle school or elementary school. I know I have to study for pre-calc because I have not retained a single bit of math knowledge since my multiplication tables. I also need to study some French vocabulary. French is one of my better grades, simply because the teacher engages me more in a subject that I like, so I want to live up to her standards. I have always excelled in English and science, so I don't really need to worry about those, and my other electives are just easy.
I have a big fencing event soon. I get to fence this person who is like great at it, so I really need to practice until my arms feel like they are falling off. I only started fencing because of the books I read. I wanted to do sword-fighting, but mom said no, so fencing is the closest I could get. Surprisingly, it didn’t end up like every other one of my hobbies does, I only want to be better than everybody else at it half the time. Not the entire time. That is a big part of why I don’t do half of the hobbies I used to. I started ballet when I was five, but I got too competitive and made the other girls look bad, so I got kicked off the team. When I was seven, I played soccer, but broke a kid’s foot. I no longer play soccer. Then, I tested into the Gifted and Talented program in school, so I didn’t have much time for sports like that. This lasted until I went into middle school, and had a couple more easier classes that I didn’t really have to study for. Fencing isn’t as labor intensive as a sport like soccer or dance, so even if I had practice, I still had energy to study.
So, to re-cap, New Kid is ruining peace, twins are great, Mom is alright, I need to go to the mall with the kids, finals suck, need to practice for fencing, and I do this solely so I do not lose my mind.
This goes hard 💥🔥
