|Today was laundry day. The apartment is now much cleaner (Mom started calling me “Pigpen” because of the mess that was here when she arrived), and my nails have once again been painted (first, Mom removed the old polish, then had me soak my fingers in a dish of soapy water, and then applied the base coat, after which we decided on this glittery stuff with a purplish hue).|
I need to call the bank tomorrow, because again the ATM wouldn’t give me any money. This time I found out which ATM Mom used, so I’ll call that branch directly, then the main number for J’BT.
I made up a new batch of party mix, adding in honey mustard and onion pretzels. And dinner was a turkey sandwich (I wanted to use up the remaining lunchmeat so that I could take the new stuff from the freezer. I also took the potato rolls from there).
Reply #61. May 06 12, 8:19 PM
You're a good kid, Jaymee, and your MoM is wonderful! Good days ahead! :)|
Reply #62. May 06 12, 9:34 PM
|Time for some more of these old Protector Legends ("primative" drafts):|
Reply #64. May 07 12, 7:53 AM
The professor eyed each of his pupils in turn.
"Today you will notice ingredients in front of you for a very simple Healing Potion."
He paused, then held up a bottle containing a bluish-tinted mixture. "Your finished product should look like this." He eyed each of them in turn again.
"You have fifteen minutes."
The class bent over their work, adding a drop here and one there, stirring ever so carefully.
All but one boy, that is.
The professor glanced furtively round the room, quickly assessing the accuracy of each Potion. When his eyes rested on Quintin Conolly's mixture, his eyebrows
drew together in a thin line. "Whatever you did, Boy, that looks more lie _tar than anything else! Do it again!"
The 13-year-old shook his head defiantly.
Preston's temper flared, then he seemed to change his mind and retained his natural coloring.
"Watch closely, class, as Quintin here demonstrates what happens if you mix it way wrong and end up making a Destruction Potion!" He paused, then said to
the young man, "Stand back from your desk after putting _a _little _bit of that glop on the top! Not too much, or you'll blow the whole place up!"
The juvenile delinquent obeyed wordlessly.
_Boom! Several of the students jumped at the sound-and all around the room were shocked expressions... all but two-the professor, who only shook his head
sadly, and the young man who made the spel, who looked immensely pleased.
Reply #65. May 07 12, 7:53 AM
The same photo was plastered across every major newspaper throughout the Universe.
It showed a young boy, no older than five or six, lying facedown in the grass with his wrists and ankles secured with stiff cords to two sturdy redwood
trees. He’d been beaten severely, then left to bake in the afternoon sun. The caption above his head read: THIS IS WHAT MNOIBRVANA DOES TO ITS ENEMIES.
Mehnyana tugged on his Mama’s arm. “’What he do?” His finger pointed tremulously at the paper lying face-up on the table.
His mother put down her sewing and knelt by the younger of her two children. “Nothing, Sweetie…” She paused, searching for some explanation to his question
that he would understand. “Sometimes, no matter what we do, other people are mean to us.”
“Why they not punished?”
“I don’t know, Honey, but I wish I did.”
Across the room, pretending to play with his trucks, eight-year-old Sikradu listened hard to their conversation, all the while thinking how unfair it was.
He knew the boy in the picture—his name was Sajivreya Mozyativa; the day before, they’d been playing before like they always did on sunny afternoons. “Never
Reply #66. May 07 12, 7:54 AM
The Social Worker
"How'd it go?" Tiffany asked Jazmee as soon as she saw her friend.
"Fine, I think..." She paused, thinking of the meeting the day before. "She said she'll call Susquehanna to see what services they offer and, like everyone
else who's helped me brainstorm solutions, thinks there's gotta be somebody out there who can help." She sighed. "Jeanie also told me there wouldn't be
an easy solution, which I already knew. I'm not looking for that, but what will realistically work here!"
"Well, keep me posted," Tiffany said as she prepared to leave.
"Don't I always?"
Reply #67. May 07 12, 7:55 AM
"Did you hear about the ice cream social tomorrow?" Minrebecca asked when she showed up for a visit.
"No," Jazmee answered truthfully.
"It's called a Spring Social and is in the Community Room tomorrow afternoon at 2 with the visiting nurses. Maybe you should go." She paused, then added,
"You know, if you're lonely you should go out and do stuff with the others instead of staying up here all the time."
I'm divided on the subject, Jazmee thought to herself. On one hand, I want to go, but on the other I feel uncomfortable in a room full of people I don't
know. Plus, half the people here I don't relate to!
Later, during dinner, Jazmee wondered to herself if her friend Julia was going. "I think I'll call her when I'm finished here."
Reply #68. May 07 12, 7:56 AM
Jazmee rolled out of bed one dreary morning in April and thought, "Not again!" As she reluctantly showered and got ready for the school day, she fervently
wished her headache away.
Reply #69. May 07 12, 7:57 AM
An hour later, Jazmee was outside waiting for her bus to arrive. "Well, that figures-it's late again!" The minutes passed, and Jazmee began to get nervous.
"I'm going to be late for my first class!"
Finally, a bus arrived, but it was there for someone else. "This can't be happening!" Jazmee said to herself, checking her watch once more.
"Fly, little one, fly," came a loud voice from inside Jazmee's head.
"What?" Jazmee shrieked, jumping to her feet.
"I said, "fly," the voice repeated.
"I'm hearing things," Jazmee thought. "The stress of being late is getting to me."
Just then, another van pulled up. "Ready?" Jen asked. Jazmee's face lit up with the first real smile that day and forgot about the telepathic voice for the
rest of the day.
Reply #70. May 07 12, 7:58 AM
"Here are the files you asked for," Cathie Umstead told Jazmee later in Intro to Computer for Business.
"I'm not sure if I can use the one program," Jazmee explained, "as it makes my screenreader freeze up."
"We'll find a way to work around it," the professor promised.
After computers, it was time to go to Human Development with Herb Siegel. Jazmee gathered up her things and all but ran to class, for she was looking forward
to it. "The fun class!" she thought to herself.
When it was her turn to be interviewed, instead of making Jazmee go up to the front of the room like the others, Dr. Siegel came to her.
Before she knew it, the mock interviews were over and it was time to leave.
Reply #71. May 07 12, 7:59 AM
Jazmee stopped dead in her tracks and took in the faces of all her friends. A surprise party! For her? But what--
"Congratulations on another year in." Michael clasped both of her cold hands in his warm ones. "Don't look so put out, dearest-you deserve some recognition!"
"Thank you," our hero mumbled. It wasn't that she was ungrateful-far from it-but that se was overcome with emotion. "With friends like these..." and she
burst into tears.
"What's all this?" Victoria demanded, sounding shocked and offended all at once.
"Relax, Vic-she's just surprised-and touched. Jazmee nodded.
Michael put a loving arm around her shoulders. "If all one has to do to make you cry for joy is to throw a party, maybe I should suggest the next one!"
“Don't you dare!" our hero cried, her face heating.
Michael's eyes danced mischievously. "You know, that color _really becomes you. Jazmee's blush deepened. He chuckled, then sobered. "I don't get you sometimes-you’re
so quick to play the hero, but you're real hard on yourself, and want no recognition for your accomplishments.
Look who's talking! she wanted to retort-but our hero remained silent, lost in her conflicting emotions.
Reply #72. May 07 12, 8:00 AM
Too Much Work
"You've got to be kidding me!" Maranda shrieked as she read the letter.
"What's wrong, Mar?" asked Jazmee, who was trying unsuccessfully to read book.
"Just look what I'm expected to do for that stupid Government essay! I'll be up all night, and probably all day tomorrow, an still won't have it done!"
"When's it due?" our hero asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Monday!" Maranda wailed. "I know what you're going to say, but I couldn't have: Mr. Davies just assigned it today!"
"So you had no idea..."
"Well, yeah, from some of our friends who've taken the class before, but..."
"No buts, Maranda-this assignment is designed so that, if you hear about it from someone else, you can be thinking about what you want your topic to be,
and then start writing it. It's nobody's fault but your own that you didn't."
"Well, trouble is, I couldn't think--"
"No, trouble is you didn't prioritize yourtime well. As your friend, I wan you to do better than that. Partying all night is fine, but not at the expense
of foregoing your schoolwork!"
"But can't you--"
Jazmee stared at her friend incredulously. "Even if schools didn't have anti-cheating rules, you know my thoughts on the matter. I will help you by reading
your finished work and givng feedback, but I refuse to do your work for you."
"But Jaz--" Our hero didn't even here the end of her friend's sentence, so engrossed was she in finding some work to do about the house.
Reply #73. May 07 12, 8:01 AM
"Yes, I understand that," Jazmee said into the phone, struggling to make her voice as even as possible, "but the situation is this: I'm sight impaired. I
have balance issues. The ramp is right next to the steps. Navigating that on my own is not anoption." She took a deep breath, then continued: "If this
were a matter of mobility only, I could get around it. If it was a question of the vision impairment, I could get around it. But the fact is, we're dealing
with the combination here, and that's what's making it difficult for me to be as independent as I can be." And, she thought, independent doesn't mean I won't
ever need help!
Reply #74. May 07 12, 8:02 AM
|Miles away in a land known only to a choice few,Maria sat at a table, staring absently at a pile of documents. "I don't see wy we couldn't! I mean, if she's|
meant to be one of ours, and if she has magical abilities, why not pull her out and begin her training now?"
Devlin shook his head sadly. "It's not the right time."
"And just when is the right time? The Universe is erupting in chaos, we're short on fighters, and it's not the right time!"
"We have fighters, they just need to finish training first."
"You're right, of course," the Assistant Headmistress conceeded grudgingly.
"Thin is," the Headmaster said with a sigh, rubbing his temples vigorously, "that until the girl accepts us she isn't really ours."
"Oh, I hate it when you're right!"
"I should be the one saying that to you-and sometimes, I hate it when I'm right, too. Give her time. If she truly is a Protector, we'll know soon enough."
Reply #75. May 07 12, 8:02 AM
Birdie in the Closet
The first indication that Jazmee had of trouble in her little apartment was the series of two staccato squawks. Unfortunately, she was too exhausted to
investigate them at the time. Her last thought, before sinking into oblivion, was "I don't normally hear the bird at this late hour!"
Reply #76. May 07 12, 8:03 AM
At 8:30 AM, the rooster crowed, the way it was supposed to, but Jazmee was still too tired to get up. Groaning, she reached over and reset the alarm for
One hour later-then another. Two minutes before 10:30, our hero sat up abruptly and exclaimed, "Something's wrong-I don't hear Ethan!”
Reply #77. May 07 12, 8:04 AM
Our hero was astounded to realize, as she dashed into the bathroom, that she could see everything more clearly than ever before. "How did that happen?"
But she dismissed the question for the moment, so overcome by panic was she for her pet.
"Hey-over here!" cried a voice.
"Who said that?" Jazmee asked, her heart hammering.
"Who do you think, knucklehead-there's no one here but you and me!"
"Ethan? But you can't--"
"I'll tell you something, hotshot-I talk, and it's not my fault you couldn't understand me till today!"
"But you're saying--" Our hero sought for words to sum up her confusion.
"You're speaking my language-not the other way around." The little bird looked down at his owner from the top shelf of the linen closet. "Now how about
helping me find my cage again?"
"If I put my finger near you, will you fly away?"
"Who do you think I am? You're not a stranger to me, like some others. Since I know you, and am comfortable with you, I'll let you hold me. Just please,
whatever you do, do _not try to grab me!"
"I would never-i don't want to scare you."
"I appreciate your being so slow with your movements, too-very good!" And Ethan stepped onto Jazmee's proffered finger.
Reply #78. May 07 12, 8:05 AM
“What a coincidence,” I exclaimed. I was talking to someone from JBT’s Cleona branch, that being the ATM Mom went to yesterday. SApparently, the entire system is down again, just as it was two weeksn ago, “but they were working in between.” The other possibility---that something’s wrong with my card, so the machine’s not reading it correctly—doesn’t seem to be the case because the stores aren’t having a problem with it.
Reply #79. May 07 12, 8:09 AM
|I need to write Grandma acheck for the amount I owe her. I also need to find out about the resale of Poplar Terrace (there's a meeting being held this afternoon to discuss it)|
Reply #80. May 07 12, 8:16 AM
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