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Children’s Circle Summer Session 6/19/2021 11:17am
I was trying to relax. It's difficult taking care of children, even with Sweetie's help. I didn't realize how many questions they asked!! I try to answer the ones I can, but a lot I just don't know the answer to, or don't know if I should answer.
Like, yesterday Jack asked where I came from. "I'm not sure," I answered. "Where are you from, Jack?" I tried to deflect.
"Why don't you know where you're from? Did you just appear one day?" He was leaning over my turkey sandwich, well into my personal space bubble. I tried taking a big bite of food to buy some time. He waited. I chewed slower. "Well?"
"Something like that. How about we go get a vote on what to do this afternoon?" Success. Jack was distracted. "Ohh!! Yeah!!!! Can I do the votes? I'll be fair!!" He made a strained face, like he was trying extra hard to seem honest.
"Sure. The options are crafts, skating, and watermelon seed spitting competition. You can ask Sweetie if you forget." He ran off to conduct the vote, and I finished my sandwich. All was right.
But it's like that all the time. All waking hours, the kids keep asking me questions about myself, our world leaders, Earth security, human biology, and other things I don't know much about. I haven't played the Child Groove CD for them but I'm THIS close. My fingers are together, by the way. Maybe they'll like it and @Sweetie2
and I can take a break? We'll still have to be physically there, but through meditation you can go ~anywhere~. Or just look at our phones. That's relaxing too.
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"Sweetie, I'm... I'm so sorry that all happened." I don't know what to say. That's... quite a life. Not in a good way. "I'm so sorry for your loss. At least you still have your siblings? And at least your stepfather is gone. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, but you made it here to Psyhigh. And you realized your powers. I'm just... so sorry."
I laid my hand on top of hers. I have no idea what to say. Nothing I could say or do would be enough comfort. I have no idea what it must be like to go through all that and still be so... sweet. "You're very brave, Sweetie." Very, very brave.
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"I'm furious, @Vincent2
. Why in the WORLD would I lock you ANYWHERE? We haven't even met before and not only do you ACCUSE ME of holding you HOSTAGE, you TIE ME UP and attempt to MURDER me! You even took away my psychic powers for a while. Do you KNOW how that FEELS?? NOT GREAT. I cannot BELIEVE you!"
I was standing in front of him, soaking wet from the tank he dropped me into. "You're lucky I'm not dead right now. I don't even know how I survived. One second I'm passing out, the next I'm out of the tank, powers back no thanks to you I assume."
I walked up to him and got really close, holding one finger out at him. "If you EVER pull ANYTHING like this again, so help me I will make you miserable. I have infinite time to figure out how, and trust me, I can get creative if I have to. How would you like mosquito bites covering every inch of your body? Constant migraines? Circus music playing in your head at all times, day and night? Now you stay the heck away from me, you understand?" He nods, and I storm off.
As I storm off, I see a clock. I was very, very behind. I don't know how long I was there. I went back to the summer program area. "Where were you?" seethed Sweetie, smiley as ever.
"Vincent and your siblings tried to kill me." She didn't seem to care. I'm still absolutely furious about this. How dare he? How dare you, Vincent?
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I'd love it if you taught the kids to ice skate Sweetie! It sounds like so much fun, and a good way to cool down not to mention. I'm not sure where we could find a place big enough, but I'm sure it won't be hard. At first, I thought, where would we get the skates from? But then I remembered the black market community the kids are fostering.
I had to confiscate some little bags of powdered sugar from Reyla. She put up a good fight about it. Said she had a delivery to run and Jack wouldn't be happy. Later that day I found her and Emma having a very intense staring contest over some guitar strings and seedless watermelons. David was refereeing. It only stopped because I asked where they got those goods and they grumbled something inaudible. When I glanced back down, everything was gone. I'm sure we could find some suitable blades.
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Children’s Circle Summer Session 6/14/2021 4:18pm
Sweetie joined our group today. I tried to give the kids a Talk beforehand. "Alright pals," I said as we were waiting out in the congregation area, "how do we act to our new friend, Sweetie?" Some of the children, whom I shall not name, bared their teeth at me and hissed. Some others laughed, and a few tried to shush the troublemakers. "That is NOT polite y'all. We treat everyone with respect. Now, how are we going to act today?"
"We will be nice to Sweetie," they grumbled. I grimaced. It'd have to do, because just then, she walked in the door. I will admit, I did stare. I know it's rude, but most people in the walls are very short, and Sweetie is... not. That's wonderful, of course. Evolution is amazing. But if I came off as starey, I'm really sorry. Like, really sorry.
Anyway, when she got there she said something to the kids about being their new counselor. They just stared. I cleared my throat but nobody seemed to notice. Then I went up to @Sweetie2
. Check her journal for that. But the gist is she had no idea what to do. "It's easy! We just have to do fun crafts and games and stuff with the kids and make sure they don't go home with repressed trauma. Or trauma of any kind. Especially head trauma, they can sue us into the void by the swings and back for head trauma." I was even more anxious now.
"Okay. That sounds right." Sweetie replied, smiling... well... sweetly. Then we rounded up the kids to go play volleyball. It was fun. Sweetie's team won. I still don't really understand the rules, but we had a great time.
After lunch we did cloudwatching. I saw a hot pink one, but as soon as I pointed it out it disappeared. I can tell Sweetie thinks I'm lying about it. I could've just imagined it I guess. It did look suspiciously like a spider nest.
Well, that's pretty much it for today. Read ya later.
Children’s Circle Summer Session 6/14/2021 4:49am
! I'm so excited to be working with you! The kids sure are a handful, I could use the extra help. I've been saving the Child Groove CD I found for a special occasion, and I think your arrival is just that.
This morning I told the kids you'd be coming, and half of them started opening their mouths to show glowing teeth. I think that's new. I asked them what it was about and they all started laughing. Sometimes being an Adult is no fun. You're always left out of the joke.
Tell me if you have any specific crafts or games in mind. We've been playing four square every day, and I think they're starting to catch on that I don't know any other camp games. See you soon!
Children’s Circle Summer Session 6/10/2021 10:23am
Sorry I didn't update my journal!! I've been so busy looking after the kids. Yeah, I got in. I'm so excited to be working with them. Yesterday we made light bulbs with layered bioluminescent sand. The bulbs themselves are a different shade of green for each kid. They look very cool, but the kids couldn't sit still in their hazmat suits. I guess the surprise field trip to Chernobyl I had planned is a bust. Unless they have their guardians sign waivers.
The only thing extremely noteworthy about the competition is that Alice almost got me out. It was like she was targeting me, which I bet she was. No hard feelings Alice, hope you recover soon! Those cuts looked bad.
Also, I realized I'm pretty handy with a sword. I found one in the middle of the competition. They're letting me keep it as a souvenir. Something about it not belonging to the school and they don't know how I got it.
I'm looking forward to working with all the other Minders, especially @Elizabeth Magnolia
. I can't wait for an awesome, kind of educational, somewhat hazardous summer!! <3
Children’s Circle Summer Session 6/4/2021 6:25am
I've started the invocation/battle royale process! I'll post a little about it here as it progresses, but I'm going to have to be somewhat vague in case any other candidates read my posts. I shudder to think actual sentients see what I write here.
So, the day started out boringly. I had some oatmeal, made sure my boss knew that I was taking an educational leave for an undetermined amount of time, and packed a small backpack. I packed some extra clothes, some survival tools, and some things I think the children would like. I bade goodbye to Cornelia, and I headed off for the main campus.
When I arrived, there were many teenagers in a circle in a very large courtyard. I went up to one with an orange pair of sneakers and asked if this was for the Children's Circle Summer Session Childminder Invocation.
"Yes, watch the sneakers, they're new."
"Alright. Can I stand here?"
"As long as you don't do anything to my new sneakers." They glared at me suspiciously.
I don't know why someone would wear new sneakers to a battle royale, but it's really none of my business anyway. Just then, a tall, lithe figure glided to the middle of the circle. "Listen up students," he boomed. The crowd fell silent, which wasn't much of a change, since everybody seemed to be either terrified or scarily calm. "If you're not here for the Children's Circle Summer Session Childminder selection, leave now in an orderly fashion, following directive 9 safety measures until the selection is complete." A few people left hurriedly. "Good."
"Now, first things first, let's go around in a circle and say our names, grade, and one interesting fact about ourselves." More people left. "You go first," he pointed to someone across the circle who I couldn't quite make out. "SPEAK UP!" He boomed. I could hear a faint yell across the yard as they said, "I'M CHARLIE, I'M A SOPHOMORE, AND I WENT TO THE FIRST OLYMPICS!" The man nodded. "Good, let's go clockwise. NEXT."
It went on like that for a while. When we got to me, I yelled, "I'M ANNIE, I DON'T REMEMBER MY GRADE AT THE MOMENT, AND I LIKE LONG FURBY A CONCERNING AMOUNT!" He nodded, as he did with everyone. It was orange sneakers' turn. "I'M ALICE, I'M A SENIOR, AND I COLLECT SPOONS!" He nodded, and the introductions moved on. I held out a hand. She shook it and we smiled at each other.
After introductions were done, it was time for invocation. Sadly, we first were sworn to never repeat what we saw there, may our corporeal bodies turn to dust but the consciousness of the universe still not pry it out of our souls. So I can't say. But after it was done, I am allowed to say there were only 33 of us left, including myself. Now, since it's technically a Friday, we're having a Get To Know You sleepover before the big fight. I was promised marshmallows.
I'll keep this journal updated. They say before the sleepover we have to show proof that we know CPR and First Aid, have Anaphylaxis Training, Recovered Memory Training, training in the Five Kinds of Combat (Lvl 6) and Defensive Driving, a Psychic Criminal Background Check, and a WWPCC. We're also taking some tests which will be fun. Alice and I seem to get along great. I can't wait to start!
Children’s Circle Summer Session 6/2/2021 6:18am
Hi @Ms. Hazeltine
! I was wondering if I could apply for the summer caretaker program, since my status at this school is dubious. I was going to start next year since the flesh prison seems to be high school age and education seems very important, but currently I don't attend classes. I do live and travel in the walls though, if that counts for anything. And I am in possession of a Child Groove CD. I found it on an empty grocery store shelf where I thought the butter potatoes were supposed to be. The songs make your brain feel compressed. I think it's supposed to be a bootleg Kidz Bop, but the voice singing sounds deeply haunting and personal, like it's screaming the words to Momma's House right to you. Anyway, I do think I would be a good caregiver, especially since I now have experience nursing! And, of course, the Child Groove CD.
Before I begin with how Gave is trying to ruin my party, I should probably talk about my guests. They're very private people, and I don't want to put anything in this journal that could expose them, so I'll be brief.
When I begrudgingly went back to the greeting card store a couple weeks ago to get a card for the patient I visited, it looked completely different inside. And by that I mean there was a giant hole in the floor. Not even a hole. There was simply no floor. When I looked down, it seemed as if the floor had come apart down the middle and split in two. And, of course, I slipped and fell into the hole. What did you expect?
I fell for a moment or two until I hit solid ground. That's when I met the people who will be in attendance of my party. What they were doing in the floor of a gift card shop, I won't say for now. Again, none of your business.
Anyway, after I was on the phone with Gave and after I posted my last journal I stopped procrastinating and went to drop off Nettie's casserole. It went pretty routine. I mentally prepared myself on the walk to drop it on their stoop and run away as fast as possible, and I did. But when I was walking home, I passed Gave's house.
Now, normally, you can't see in the windows because of how full the house is of pans. But this time, I had a very clear view of... nothing. The house seemed to be empty! Now, if you know Gave, you know that absolutely nothing could cause them to abandon their precious pans, short of death. So I was immediately concerned. They had either died or moved away, and I wanted to know which IMMEDIATELY so I'd know whether I had to be careful not to run into them at grocery stores or whether I was finally free.
I knocked on the door. Someone around my age answered. "Hi, I'm Annie-from-next-door and I was wondering if something was up with Gave?"
The teen answered, "I'm Oak, their nephew. Me and my brothers are staying here for a while."
Brothers? I thought. I was beginning to understand. Just then, eight other guys (I say so in a relative way, since I live in a city of vegetable babies) peeked over Oak's shoulder. They were all wearing those shirts that covered the front and back but were completely empty on the sides. Some wore crocs, some wore slides, most wore baseball caps. This couldn't be happening.
I thanked Oak and left as quickly as I could. Maybe nothing would happen? Nope. That night, all I could hear was loud music with lots of beat drops. When I looked out the window, the street was painted shades of purple and green from the violent strobe lights coming from next door. They were having a party. And not just any party, a frat party. Gave had called his frat bro nephews to try to manipulate me into not hosting my own low-key dinner party. The NERVE.
It's been a few days since then, and I don't know what to do. Any suggestions would be helpful. I'm feeling more on-edge than usual. Earlier today, a baby cried on the bus and I cried too. I should probably ask to borrow Cornelia's noise-cancelling headphones.
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