Ashlyn's Journal

[REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW]

So this will be Ashlyn's Journal. Anyone is welcome to read it though in character she wouldn't share it with anybody so unless your character steals it, like Louisa then they wouldn't know anything about it. Ashlyn's Journals aren't usually about her life, though every now and then she'll through in random stuff that happens. Usually they're inspirations for her writing, particularly people. It is very possible that you will find mentions of your characters in them, and I might even tag anyone I mention. So that's all, posts to come...

Note: besides using spell check I won't be checking grammar, so if there's some mistake that really bugs you....sorry

[REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW]

-Journals may not be from today's date for a while, but eventually I'll catch up.

May 23

So El is picking me and Abby up from school tomorrow. The sister, who normally pretends that neither of us exists(and when she does look at us its only in disgust), has denied being related to me on many occasions, is actually going out of her way to help us. She came in just as my dad was telling us he could get us there but he couldn't pick us because he had a meeting, my car's still in the shop after that old lady hit us.

I was about to say I could just get a ride home with Jessica, even though I hate getting rides home from friends because then i feel obligated to return the favor and being indebted to people is terrible because they always ask you to pay up at the worse time. Plus Jessica is, interesting. Next time i don't have something to write about I'll do an entry on her, because I don't think I've done one about her yet.

Anyway she offered to take us home, and she wasn't, bitter about it. It was almost nice. My sisters been seeming a little off today, but I guess I didn't notice how weird she was acting until then. She seemed really tense, and kind of distracted, and really... somber. Very not El. Maybe I'll find out what's wrong tomorrow when will either be forced to endure 15 minutes of extreme awkward silence or even awkwarder conversation, ugh...
Tomorrow's going to suck.

[REBECCA ASHLYN SNOW]

May 24

My mom’s back. She showed up at school, and she was in a limo and she just greeted us like nothing had happened and it’d three days instead of three years. She invited us to come with her, said she’d take us out to eat and we could catch up. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t realize it until then but I think I’d been imagining my mother as being dead instead of just gone. But here she was.

It was when Elise pointed out that she had to drive her own car home that I came back. She’d told her to meet her there and then told Abby and I to get in the car. Abby did after a little while but I—couldn’t—so I went with Elise instead. Yesterday I was freaking out about riding home with my sister and today I just glad she was there, so I had a way out.

Back to my sister. She actually came in to the school to get us. If she was nervous last night it was nothing like she was then. She’d looked like she hardly dare breath and she kept fidgeting and glancing over her shoulder like she was afraid someone would see her. Also very not my sister. She said she had something to show us, and I figured that whatever it was was it was why she was she freaked out.

We didn’t say anything in the car for a while, though I guess seeing the person who abandoned you wasn’t exactly the best ice breaker, so it was really, really awkward, so awkward a that I, I, tried to break the silence by asking what she had to talk to me about. She got all tense and said it didn’t matter anymore.
I’ve been kind of worried about myself lately, she hasn’t been herself. Well she hasn’t been herself, her crazy, bitchy, party-loving but still somehow my friend in a long time. A long, long time. I couldn’t help but think that I might finally figure out what was going on; only I guess we were a little too late.
My mother has amazing timing.

I can’t finish this now, there’s so much more to say but it’s going to have to wait until tomorrow.