Diaries of a Cold One.

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity Ryder's new journal. DO NOT READ.

April 1st, 2011.

I've been way colder than usual.
No, no introduction. Just the info. You don't know that that's how I do this, because it's my old journal that knew me. And yes, I'm talking to you like you're not an inanimate object. I like it this way. It makes me feel like someone's listening. You know, like someone actually cares about the stupid little things I think.

But back to the subject-- I'm freezing. I was warm in the winter, toasty even. But something's up, now. Maybe it's a psychological side-effect from stress. I don't know. My temperature has always run on the low side, but now I actually feel it. Which is weird, even for, well, me. The pinnacle of weirdness.

On top of which, my sister is driving me insane, and mom's working, like, triple shifts, so I have to take care of everything around the house. Not to mention Mr. Kirtinsky, my art teacher, insisting that it is not his fault that I can't draw. Hello? He's the teacher. I could yank off that stupid beret of his. Anyway.

I wish someone would take me away from here.

I'll write again if anything interesting ever happens aside from a chill.

[Clarity Ryder]

April 5th, 2011.

This is insane. Just completely. Insane.
I'm not anything special. I shouldn't be, anyway. But somehow I am. There's a school for mutanMeta-Humans like me. It's almost like X-Men, but it's real. I've been told there are awesome powers and things that people can do. I need to get my thoughts in order. Everything's so scrambled, and I'm so excited, and wow.

This is awesome. I can freeze things. And control ice. And stuff.

Although, I'm told I have to be careful who I tell. So, you never heard any of this, okay?

This has to be short, because I'm short on time. Sorry. Write more later.

[Clarity Ryder]

April 11, 2011.

I'll never take "home" for granted again. I swear.
I've been having the hardest time sleeping, especially when I think about what I did to my sister.

Poor Hope. I bet she hates me for sure now. I couldn't stand to see her if I visited (or if she showed up), now that I've had time to actually think about what's happened. But at the same time, I seriously, seriously wish I could see her, if only to explain why I couldn't apologize sooner, or that there was no way I could have known that I would freeze her arm.


And then there's the people at this school.
The students in particular.
They come from EVERYWHERE, and that's an understatement, believe it or not. There are kids from India or something, Japan I think, and everywhere in the US. Oh, and England. I think there's some from there. There's even a girl boy student that I've heard about that may be

Where was I going with this? I don't remember anymore, and this was written in pen.

Maybe I was just saying that the world was completely insane before, and now it just makes me think I'm the crazy one.

My hand is cramping, and I'm tired. I can't really see the page anymore, either, so I'm going to stare at the ceiling some more.

I'll write tomorrow.

[Clarity Ryder]

May 9th, 2011.

At this point, I have to sigh.

I know, I haven't written in a long time. I'm sorry. It takes forever to get homework done, and then I'm too exhausted to do anything else.
Well, that's not true. Homework takes me about two hours, and then I'm totally finished. I'm a smart cookie. Mmm. I miss the cookies Hope and I used to make.
Forget that.

Anyway, I just... Try really hard not to go back to my dorm room these days. I can convince myself that I'm only going to school, and then I'll go home, and hug Hope, and kiss mom on the cheek, and eat dinner with my family, then go to bed in the familiar surroundings that I never thought I could miss so very much.

I wish I could have a sick day for homesickness.

And I think there's something wrong with Machine. That poor little fish has been through everything with me, and I'm worried he might have something serious. I really hope not, though.

I am so panicked, because I think there's more going on than I want to think about.

Well, I'm going now. It's like, 10 PM. Or later.
Sorry I didn't keep that last promise.

[Clarity Ryder]

May 13th, 2011.

So. Today was decent.
It was a Friday, of course, so there was nothing to worry too horribly about homework-wise, but now I'm all... Lonely. I called my mom--again--and surprise! She didn't pick up. Again. It wouldn't be so bad if I had friends I could talk to about it.
Maybe I could, though. I could really make an attempt here. I think there's this blonde chick of about my age named Christina that thinks I'm decent, so I could start there.

If I could actually speak in front of people.

Okay, so the whole "Today was decent" thing is a lie. I had to stand in front of the English class today, because I was one of the three people chosen to read my report out loud.
Did I mention it was in front of the whole English class?

So, cue the white face, and the frustrated scream into my pillow as soon as I got back to my dorm. Which was immediately after class let out, whether or not anyone was there.

So I'm pretty sure the neighbor girls are a little freaked out. Although, it's Hammel. Someone's always screaming about something, right?

Right?