Sunday, October 11, 2009

003: Lost Again

I can't take another minute of this. I was talking to a girl a few years older than me, but as we left to go look around, I got held up by a teacher and fell behind.

The teacher assigned me a mentor to help me out, named Tucker Lewis, I think. A boy. I don't want to talk to any boys. I'm not comfortable talking to girls.

I tried to catch up with Anna, but she was gone, and I'm lost again.

I walk through an apple orchard, back on the grounds, when I see him again. The young boy that looks like he's my age. I've seen him every time I've been on the grounds, and try as I might I can't avoid him. I don't want to talk to him, he looks like trouble. Every time I see him he's shooting water out of his wand at something, and it's too cold for water.

So I double back and try to sneak away unnoticed...

He sees me. And he introduces himself as Charlie.

I can't talk to him. My mouth goes dry and I'm nervous. Not because he's a boy, but because he's a stranger and all I wanted was to be alone.

So I tell him my name, and I run.

Back to this castle. With its hustle and bustle and stranger faces.

I'm still gripping my 'buddy' assignment, but I have no idea who this boy is. I wonder if he'll be in the common room, and I'm dying for a close warm space again, so I turn towards the dungeons and try to find my way back..

So..I'm back. I haven't had much more productive of a day today. Of course, I met a third year named Anna, and she agreed to introduce me to some other first years, but I lost her and haven't found her again yet.

I still don't know what to do about this boy that's supposed to show me what I'm supposed to do here. I thought I'd be assigned a girl.

I still haven't been assigned to a dorm, either. I just wish I had a bed to sleep on tonight.

Better the armchairs in here, though, than the cold, drafty corridor I was in last night.

I miss my parents. My mom and I were never very close, but she loves me and I can tell, and my dad...my dad can make the sun come out when it's storming. I need him to give me a huge bear hug and tell me not to stress so (a trait of my mother's), that everything works itself out in the end and we're just here for the ride, so we may as well make the most of it. I can hear him saying it now...

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