May 5th, 2008
After many hours of pointless, useless and otherwise simply obnoxious paperwork, I am free to dwell on my own thoughts once more. The flight landed, and I have never been more reluctant to get off a plane as I was this morning. There was a man a few seats in front of me who looked at me rather oddly as I sat there in my seat, making no move to get up and off the plane. But then, I suppose it is rather odd, in the hustle and bustle for the door, that a girl should stay stationary in her seat.
Having finally convinced myself to get up and leave the plane, though, I was plagued by the usual airport routine: passport check, luggage retrieval etc. I was most anxious to get some fresh air, and I almost forgot that I needed to look for my pick-up ride when I entered the arrivals hall.
Of course, they hadn’t forgotten about me – much to my chagrin, I might add. There was a man with a hat and a sign waiting for “Miss Lucy Blake” and I had no choice but to approach him and follow him to the town car, of which he was the driver.
While I wish I could have written in the car, it was much too bumpy and couldn’t be managed. Moreover, having gotten no sleep on the flight, I fell into an uneasy one on the ride over to Pratt and Smith. It was a long ride, because as I’ve said before, P&S is in the middle of many square miles of fields upon fields.
We finally arrived, and I was met at the gates by the woman who I’m supposed to consider as “the mother of all the young girls in this glorious home away from home!” Her words – not mine.
She escorted me to the offices, where I got many a dirty look for joining with them so very late in the semester. True, their semester lasts until the end of August, but my lateness is apparently enough to give me a black mark before I’ve even started. That relation of mine who sent me here [you see, my dear, that I am still too angry to even write her name] will be feeling more of my wrath with her in my phone call to home this week, you can be sure of it, Diary.
It is evening now, and I’m settled in my new room. It’s rather cozy and nice right now, but that is only because my three roommates are currently at the study hall doing their homework. I was assured by Miss Flynn, the self proclaimed Mommy of us all who is actually the supervisor of the girls’ living quarters, that the other girls will be along shortly and will escort me to dinner, which begins at promptly seven-thirty every evening.
I freely admit to you that I am dreading the introduction of these girls. They will be my staunchest companions in the coming months, if only because we are forced to live within the same very small room and share our bedtimes and awakenings. Wish me luck; I believe I hear the sound of giggling in the hall!
9 thoughts on “Lucy’s Diary, May 5th”
Interesting, I would never be able to live somewhere anywhere that structured. Chaos is too much fun… Too much life.
Ahh, I wish all the luck at the boarding school.
Maybe you’ll find an escape, somehow.
@ithappenedtome – I suspect Lucy isn’t going to enjoy the structure one bit either.
@Firerocket – Lucy would send you her thanks would she know that her diary was being displayed to the world in such a way, but as fictional Lucy has no clue as to what happens in the sphere of reality, she cannot thank you directly, and so I shall thank you in her place :).
it’s an exciting time really
i think i’m starting to forget lucy is fictional *oh no*
Your getting my knee deep in another one of your imaginary stories. I love em.
more more more… 🙂
I love this! I wasn’t sure at first if you were Lucy, or she is fictional. Nice.
This is a fun story – I’m so sorry I got carried away and kind of hijacked the feel of the town and the school. Of course it could always just be from R’s perspective (A mysterious man who has something to do with Book’s) I’m hoping Lucy will help him with something sinister or mysterious later on maybe…?
Let me know if you want me to change some details or similar 😀