With all business taken care of, we finally went back home today. Oh how I have missed my family. Laurence and Alice had major growth spurts while we were gone, and so had my little Diana. She is the only one who inherited James’ eye color and my hair.
After Charlie had properly introduced herself I told her that she is a member of my family now and that she will be safe as long as she stays with us. She will be sharing the basement twin bed with Damien. They will have to get used to it eventually, even if they aren’t together yet. After catching up with James he told me that a bunch of official government assignments came In for the kids. Damien will be a journalist, Laurence a business Investor, Alice a painter (Patron of the Arts), Sam a Policeman, Eric a secret agent and Diana a startup tech guru. I guess they just decided to send all assignments needed for the next 20 years in one go. Charlie seems to be getting along with everyone; I just wish she would smile more. -Mika
Entry 2.8: Someday
We have been home for more than two weeks now, and Charlie still hasn’t cracked a smile. She spends most of her time Reading books in our room or going out on jogs. She tries to get out of the house as often as she can, says it’s the only thing keeping her from going insane. I guess she has a point, it isn’t easy to live with your best friend/fiancée and his crazy family including 1 criminal, 2 bored teenagers, 3 hyperactive kids, a businessman in his midlife crisis, a workalcoholic tech nerd and my reasonably normal aunt. They are all great people, just a bit… overwhelming sometimes.
After our assignments got announced we all started trying to get as many useful skills as possible instead of hanging around the house. Alice got an old easel to work with, Dad started mentoring Laurence and I have been writing in this old notebook more often. I have started to record the happenings around our little chunk of desert including scandalous rumours like Elsa (Blonde, blue eyes) and Jimmy(Brown hair, blue eyes) Stone’s youngest daughter has brown eyes and black hair. I know, it’s lame but there is little to report in our little area. Someday I will write articles for big papers outside of Glassbolt. Someday, but not anytime soon. -Damien