The Elementalists: Deleted Content

10/07/15

it's been a very long time since I've posted in this. Nearly a year, even. And during that year a lot of stuff has happened with me. Some of it was amazing and surreal. Not many people get to say they're a queen, even if it's for a basketball homecoming. Or that they got to travel to Chicago to represent their little school that practically no one had ever heard of.

 But some of it hasn't been so great. I've had to say goodbye to a lot of things: high school, something more from a friendship, and as of a few weeks ago, it's been a year since I've had to say goodbye to my father. And that's not something you can come out of unscathed.

I think I've said some of these things before, but sometimes it's nice to write them again, so I know that some of the fantastic things actually happened, and to not forget about what has happened that has lead to me as I am now.

Deep reminiscing aside, this has nothing to do with what this post is really about. I'm not going to say what 'BB' stands for, although I will say that it is posted in a couple different spots in my internet-y stuff. But it's a snippet. Specifically, it's a journal entry. And you can bet it will show up again.

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August 16

She learned that she could write today. She didn't know why she wrote like this, instead of saying I, but then again, she didn't think that this journal was really for her. She didn't know who, but she knew to write it like this. It didn't make any sense to her.

It definitely wasn't meant for the innkeeper and his wife. That was her home; an inn that saw it's fair share of visitors and locals that had nothing better to do in the evenings. She didn't like having to be around them, but that was the only reason she could stay with them. She learned to skirt the people who had had too much to drink, and how to carry six plates at once. She learned what the regulars wanted when they came in to have supper.

But she didn't want to learn all of this. She wanted to learn what her life had been like before she had shown up in _____, before when the only people that would take care of her were the innkeeper and his wife. She wanted to know what the lady with the flowers had meant when she said she was...She didn't know how to spell the word.

More than anything, she wanted to know her name. Because she knew it wasn't 'Girl' or 'Star' or 'Shy One.'