My two best friends, Peggy and Ian, left me alone in Twinbrook to pursue their respective career paths, but I wasn’t as lonely as I thought I would be. After the graduation party where I met my cousin Brenton’s friend, Lincoln Matthews, he and I had been sort of casually dating—casual mostly because he was busy establishing himself at the police station, and I was equally trying to become a journalist.
Ever since Lydia moved to Bridgeport to study ballet, we haven’t kept in touch. I thought she’d forgiven me for exposing her eating disorder, but we were no longer as close as we had once been.
Dad and her mom got her into a nutrition counseling program to help her learn how to eat healthy and stay fit for ballet. At first she resisted going, insisting that she wasn’t a bulimic, but after a few sessions, she stopped complaining and started looking forward to going. She really learned a lot about eating the right sorts of foods to promote the type of body and build that a dancer needed.
Still, Lydia remained angry with me. She rarely spoke to me on her weekends at the house. I missed how we used to hang out.
Just before she left, I decided to do something about the distance between us.
Well, my fears of being compared to my sister and found wanting in the looks department were never realized. Instead, I became one among many anonymous faces in the halls. No one saw me. I might as well have been invisible.
“Don’t be dramatic,” Peggy rolled her eyes at me when I told her this. “You’re not invisible. You’re one of the smart ones. Teachers are always calling on you.”
“That’s teachers. No one else notices me. Well, except when they bump into me in the halls, and then it’s just an annoyed look as if it was my fault that they didn’t see that I was walking in their path.”
“It’s not just you,” Peggy insisted. “It’s all freshmen. We’re like the lowest of the low. We haven’t had a chance to really do anything yet.”
I want to thank everyone who keeps checking back here. I do apologize for not updating regularly. As many of my long-time readers know, I am constantly plagued with errors and crashes. As the game advances and expands, my errors and crashes are getting worse. I don’t have enough memory to run the game. Right now it is lucky if I can get one good save or play for an hour without crashing.
Of course this makes playing difficult. I dread it. Which is not how I want it to be. I also miss playing and writing terribly. I finally gave in and asked my husband to let me buy memory upgrades. We could have used the money for other things like going to the Seattle Comi-con, which he really wanted to go to. But he let me buy the memory, so I should be able to start updating soon.
I have the next update written already, I just need to get pictures. I also have a solid outline and a pretty decent plan that I’m excited to put into action. I doubt it will survive as I have envisioned it, but if it comes close, I think this generation will be worth the wait.
A hint of what’s to come: Expose blogging, ballet poses, a mystery to be solved, a man that’s too good to be true, and a lost child.
Hopefully you’ll stick with me!
As a child, I had a pretty vivid imagination. I liked to pretend many things. I played princess a lot or dressed up as an astronaut and imagined that my room was a strange alien planet that I was seeing for the first time. And I especially loved to play in the bathtub, imagining I was a mermaid or pretending that I was a submarine captain in the midst of battle.
