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Mar. 17th, 2008 @ 09:53 pm Journal Entry - December 29, 1998
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All I want for Christmas is my old family back...Collapse )
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tearing at wall
Mar. 17th, 2008 @ 06:50 am Journal Entry - September 10, 1998
Regarding the events of September 2...Collapse )
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saddened
Mar. 16th, 2008 @ 08:26 pm Owl sent August 5, 1998
Owl send to Justin Finch-FletchleyCollapse )
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writing
Mar. 16th, 2008 @ 11:57 am Journal Entry - September 5, 1998
So much has happened since the last time I wrote in this ruddy thing, but first, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of my family - Max.
Meet Max!Collapse )
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nice smile
Mar. 14th, 2008 @ 11:14 pm Journal Entry - August 26, 1998
When it rains, it pours...Collapse )
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saddened
Mar. 14th, 2008 @ 02:43 pm Journal Entry - August 25, 1998
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I hate him!!!Collapse )
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gritting teeth
Mar. 8th, 2008 @ 12:31 pm Journal Entry - August 5th
I woke up this morning in my own bed, something I'd taken for granted before but appreciated all the more after over two weeks in the infirmary's quarantine. Yet my first thoughts upon waking had nothing to do with my homey little cot, or the work I could get back to once I had gotten dressed and eaten breakfast.

You see, yesterday, my world changed yet again.Collapse )
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daydreaming
Mar. 6th, 2008 @ 05:12 pm Journal Entry - July 30th
The Consequences of Being a Good SamaritanCollapse )
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hospital bed
Mar. 2nd, 2008 @ 04:10 pm June 2, 1998
Today it's officially one month since the world changed forever, and I've been sitting here all night by the fire. I still don't know what to do. In my hands are two letters I wrote, two letters that were so hard to write. They weren't the hardest, though - that title is reserved for the letter I wrote to the Creeveys. But they were still hard.

I don't know if I'll send them. I needed to write them, but I don't know if I could actually send them out.

Dear MegCollapse )

ZachCollapse )

I read and re-read the notes, experiencing all of the emotions that led to their creation in the first place. I finish the letter to Zach, and my hand clenches in anger and frustration, and the next thing I know a ball of paper is flying into the fire. I feel a strange satisfaction in seeing the paper containing those terrible words as it's enveloped in flames... a satisfaction that ends the moment I realize that I accidentally tossed both letters in.

I sigh. Well, I knew I was still too angry to write a decent letter to Zach, so that was no great loss. But the letter to Megan... She wouldn't have wanted to hear from me anyway. She was out there somewhere, safe and happy, and a letter from me would have only interrupted that.

I sit there until the last shred of paper turns to ash, and then feeling drained, I bank the fire and turn to my cot for bed.
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Mar. 1st, 2008 @ 05:19 pm Owl to Michael sent May 20, 1998
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at desk