I'm On A High [Oliver's Journal]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

March 30, 2006

This was Mom's suggestion when I told her that I had things I wanted to talk about but not to anyone in particular. She told me to grab a notebook and start a diary. I just got this one for my 10th birthday so I decided to go with this one!

I'm not going to call it a diary, though. That sounds too girly. C (that would be Cindy, my sis) has a diary, not me! I'm going to call this a journal. Sounds a lot better than a silly old diary anyway. Plus mine's going to look cooler too. No hearts or anything. It's gonna have planes and cars and other cool stuff all over it. I'm going to have the best diary journal ever![/i]

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April 2, 2007

I was cleaning my room today when I found this old notebook that I completely forgot about! Oops.

Well, I guess I can restart it up now. Maybe I should write down a bit about myself in here? I've seen other people do it in their journals in books we read for class, so why not?

I'm Oliver Winchester, but I don't think that's really my name. I'll talk about that more a bit later. I have two parents and a big sister, Cindy. Cindy's cool as far as big sisters are concerned. She's almost fourteen. I'm eleven, and going to be starting middle school in the fall. Can't wait!

I think I'm adopted, though. My parents don't act like I am, and my mom seemed really upset when I asked her, so I haven't asked again. I have memories of my other family, though, so they can't tell me I'm not adopted forever! I don't really want to talk about it with them, though. They're really nice people, and they took me and Cindy in and treat us really nice. I think my real name is Orville, because that's what my real family calls me. I don't know why the Winchesters changed it to Oliver...maybe they read my name wrong?

I just...wanna meet the rest of my family, you know? I mean, I've got my big sister right here, but I have brothers and a younger sister I haven't seen in ages. They must have been adopted to other families or something. Sometimes I fantasize...is that spelled correctly? Anyway, sometimes I think about what it would be like if we grew up together. My brother Will and I would make all sorts of things together! I really want to meet them some day, but I don't know how.[/i]

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May 3, 2007

Only a couple more weeks of school left. Then I'll be a middle schooler! Woohoo![/i]

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June 18, 2007

I feel like something's being kept from me.

I don't know if I'm adopted or not anymore. It's really weird, cause I can remember being with my real family recently, but I know I haven't been with them! Maybe I'm just daydreaming what it would be like if I was still with them. That's gotta be it. It's all really weird, though...I'm gonna talk to Cindy and see what she thinks.[/i]

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June 20, 2007

Cindy said we should go to the library and look things up. I don't think she liked the idea that I was adopted...that we were adopted. I KNOW Cindy's my sister, so she's got to be adopted too, but I don't know if she really likes the idea. Feel a bit bad about bringing it up to her now.

Still, we're gonna go to the library on Saturday and look at a few books. Families around town and stuff like that. Then again, we might not even be from Kansas City...we could be from another state!

I'll write back with details...this is getting interesting![/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

July 21, 2007

We've been looking through books in the library...nothing so far. Cindy asked me today if I had anything else to go on...I told her that the people in my memories were dressed funny. She asked what I meant, and I told her that we were all dressed up like people did back in the olden days.

I didn't say much else, though, because as I thought about it, I don't remember Cindy being there. Maybe she really is our parents' daughter or something.

I didn't talk about the daydreams. I did mention this cool little airplane-type thing I was flying on in some of these daydreams, though. I want to make one of those! It was really cool, and even Cindy seemed interested by that one. It didn't really help us find anything new, though.[/i]


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August 29, 2007

Started sixth grade today. Most of my teachers seem pretty cool, although I don't like my English teacher very much. She yelled at me for drawing a picture in class while she was talking. I was paying attention to her too, but she was just going over the rules! It's not like those change much. Don't chew gum in class, don't talk...I don't see anything in there about not drawing pictures while the teacher is talking! Not like I was being loud or anything.[/i]

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September 7, 2007

I think I'm going to like my science class! We're doing a project where we have to get into groups and research an inventor. I've always liked making stuff, so I think it will be cool learning about other people who made stuff, especially stuff that's so important to the way the world functions today! We find out our groups and inventor on the 10th.[/i]

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September 10, 2007

We got the Wright Brothers. Research starts Wednesday in the library![/i]

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September 12, 2007

This is so absolutely, totally COOL!

I figured it all out!

I don't know how it's possible, though.

I can't even wright right write right now! I'll have to write about this later, but it's really cool, I can say that much! I finally figured out who I am![/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

September 15, 2007

I FIGURED IT OUT!

I'm still excited, but I think I can manage to write now.

That inventor project did not go like I expected at all.

My two other partners were cool enough. When we went to the library to do research, though, things got too weird.

One of my partners, a kid by the name of Justin, was trying to find the day that the airplane flew for the report.

"December 17, 1903." I said before I could stop myself.

"Where did you find that?"

"I didn't. I just guessed." I didn't guess. I don't know how to say this...I think I'll write down some of the other stuff that was said.

"Well, Oliver's right." My other partner, Amber.

"Wow, lucky guess, Oliver! You done a project like this before?"

"We hiked down to Kitty Hawk afterward to send our dad a telegram."

"...we? Our?" Justin again.

"Telegram?" Amber.

"Um...I mean they."

The rest of the project was like this.

I already knew all of the stuff. I know it sounds crazy, but I know it. I really know it. It's all in my "daydreams"...which I knew never really felt like daydreams. I don't know how to say this. I don't. My parents would think I'm crazy. I think Cindy thinks I'm crazy. But I can't be, because it all makes too much sense.

I'm not Oliver Winchester. I'm Orville Wright. All of the family members match, and I always thought my name was Orville. I knew his birthday before I ever read it. I mean really, how can I not be? At the same time, though...how can I be?

This is really weird.[/i]

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September 19, 2007

I asked Dad if he'd ever heard of a person dying and becoming someone else.

He asked me if I meant reincarnation, so I asked him what reincarnation is.

Basically, it's when someone's soul ends up in a different body after they die. Like they're born again as a different person, yet they still have all their experience and memories from before, because they're still that person too.

I definitely think that's what happened to me. Explains why we're all wearing old fashioned clothes in my memories too.

Guess that means the Winchesters really are my parents!

I still miss my other brothers and sister, though. Were they reincarnated too? I sure hope so! I'd like to see them again. I'd like for Cindy to meet them too. I think she'd really like Will and Kate.[/i]

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October 10, 2007

Cindy's been avoiding me for almost a month now. Any time I try to talk to her she says she's busy. I hope I don't do that when I start high school.[/i]

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November 26, 2007

Think I'm gonna make my mother a vacuum for Christmas. She's been saying she needs one for a while now. I asked her what she wanted in a vacuum so it should be easy enough. I just need to make sure she doesn't see. I don't want to ruin the surprise![/i]

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December 5, 2007

Cindy's finally talking to me again. She thinks I can't make a vacuum for mom. She doesn't know that I'm already halfway done with it! The main problem I have right now is trying to get the sucking mechanism to work...maybe I'll use parts from the old vacuum, if they still work.[/i]

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December 5, 2007

Mom loves her new vacuum!

I stuck my tongue out at Cindy. I know it's a bit immature, but it serves her right for saying that I couldn't do it! She just rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. I don't get it. I know it's silly, but she used to find silly things funny before. Now she takes everything so seriously, and I don't know why.[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

February 11, 2008

We're going to be moving to North Carolina over the summer. I guess it'll be nice to see North Carolina again. Wonder how much it's changed over the decades? Can't really let Ed and Judy Mom and Dad know I've been there before, though. They don't know who I really am. I'd tell them, but Mom already cried when I told her that I thought I was adopted. How would she react to this?[/i]

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February 14, 2008

Cindy got a letter from a secret admirer at school today. She's practically dancing around the house. I guess it's nice to see her in a good mood for once.[/i]

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March 9, 2008

Cindy FREAKED out on Ed and Judy today. She came into the living room and just started asking a bunch of questions to Ed.

"When are we moving to North Carolina?"

"Over the summer, Cindy. We're not going to uproot you kids in the middle of the school year."

"Good. Dad...are we going to be flying out to North Carolina?"

"Oh, I don't know Cindy, I guess we'll see when..."

"I really don't want to fly, Daddy."

I think all of us were staring at her at this point. She hasn't called Ed 'Daddy' since she was younger than me.

"Well, we'll see Cindy. It's really whichever way's the easiest..."

"I'm not flying, Daddy."

"Cindy, don't talk to your father that way." You know when Judy gets involved things are getting bad.

"I am NOT stepping foot on an airplane! If you fly there, you're going to have to leave me behind, because I'm not going that way!"

She started crying, then stomped off to her room.

Want to know the weirdest part?

She kept staring at me the whole time.[/i]

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March 10, 2008

I went to go talk to Cindy. Talk about a bad idea.

"C, are you okay?" I asked her, like a good big little brother would.

"Go away, Oliver."

"C, why don't you want to fly to North Carolina?"

"GO AWAY, Oliver."

Well. Guess that's the last time I try to talk to her when she's upset.[/i]

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March 29, 2008

Turned 12 today. Again.[/i]

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May 20, 2008

Why do I still have to go to school when I've done it all before? Doesn't make much sense, now does it?[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

June 22, 2008

Cindy got her wish. We're driving out to North Carolina instead of flying. Can't say I'm too entirely upset. I keep having nightmares about a plane crash I was in years ago. A hundred years ago, to be exact, but that's not exactly something I can tell Ed, Judy, and Cindy. Unfortunate, since I'd like for Cindy to know she isn't alone.[/i]

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August 2, 2008

We're getting settled into the new house. It's located in a small little town called Riverdale. Seems nice enough. Cindy and I picked out our rooms. She picked out the larger one, which I guess I'm fine with. At least I don't have to share a room. That would be kind of awkward with Cindy.[/i]

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August 19, 2008

My real birthday is today, as well as Kate's. If I was still alive like before, I'd be...

...WAY too old. We'll just leave it at that. Think I'll light off some fireworks to celebrate, though everyone else'll wonder what I'm doing. Then again, that's kind of fun.[/i]

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August 15, 2010

I completely forgot about this thing. I think I got lost when we started to unpack everything from the old house in Kansas City.

Riverdale feels more like home that Kansas City. Isn't that weird? Twelve years of this lifetime spent in KC, and only two in Riverdale, yet I feel much more at home in Riverdale. It's no Kitty Hawk, but it has a nice small town feel to it. Sometimes you need that break from the hustle and bustle (yes, I know, that sounds weird coming from someone like me).

I start high school in a couple of weeks. I was reading back on my complaints about Cindy back then...feel like I was so immature at that point. I realize I'll probably look back on this in a few years and feel the same way. Still, at least I'm learning.[/i]

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September 2, 2010

Bit strange being away from home. I just have to remind myself that I've done this before in the past, and that it's no big deal.

Riverdale High School seems like a nice little school thus far. I'm getting along fairly well with my two roommates. And the dorms do not smell like rotten old socks, like Cindy claimed.

Why do I even listen to her?[/i]

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September 8, 2010

Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder than living, dying, then living again, it gets weirder.

Apparently I'm not the only one in Riverdale who has had the fortune to go through this.

I was in the library, checking out some of the books on aeronautics. In hindsight, this was probably a bad idea, but I was curious and had to act on my curiosity. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that they had the control system for our flying machine all wrong! I couldn't possibly bear to leave it like that, so I started making a few corrections. No big deal, right? In the past, it certainly wouldn't have been.

Not here. Here, it's jeopardizing one of the greatest kept secrets of Riverdale High School.

RSOR.

I'm making certain that no one sees this journal, of course. VERY certain. I'll keep it under lock and key if I have to. It certainly will NOT end up like my older diaries.

Honestly, when I donated all of this stuff in my will, I did not expect it to be posted all over the internet! It's weird!

Anyway, as I was busy setting to it, a strange brunette girl approached me and started lambasting me with questions. At first I thought she was a library aid, by the way that she was leering at me for writing all over that precious book. Then our conversation took a decidedly weird turn from sophomore girl nagging at freshman boy to strange plays on words and eventually, confessions of who we really were.

Joan of Arc is a sophomore at Riverdale High School. Go figure.

Evidently we aren't the only ones, though. I never figured myself to be the only one. I was not sure if others recalled their previous lives, or if I was just a fluke in that regard, but I knew I couldn't possibly be the only one. I just did not suspect that she would invite me to join a secret society of them right at this very school. Amelia Earhart is a senior here, and Bonnie Parker is Joan's (or Isabella as she goes by nowadays) roommate.

Had to fill out a bunch of red tape (as if we did not have to deal with enough of this with patents), and now? Now I'm part of one of the greatest secrets this school, and likely any school, has to offer.

It's pretty cool.[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

September 11, 2010

Dear Joan of Arc,

Your boobs are of no concern to me.

Signed,
Orville[/i]

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September 12, 2010

Apparently my sister was in on RSOR way before I even knew it existed.

I can't believe the nerve of this. I just...why would she keep this from me for all this time? She was initiated into the RSOR after we moved here. Instead of avoiding me like I was some sort of freak of nature, you would think that, perhaps, she might have mentioned to me once or twice that she'd discovered other reincarnates?

That she, in fact, WAS one?

She's Harriet Quimby. She was, and always will be, Harriet Quimby. My sister. The one who scoffed at me when I confessed who I was. The one who avoided me for months afterward.

I...I don't think I can write anymore.[/i]

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September 14, 2010

I've done a bit of thinking, and I've come to understand Cindy's motives a bit better.

I still don't think she should have kept it a secret for this long. It would be like Will using the back room of our cycle shop to work on a flying machine for three years without letting me in on it.

She told me that she was ashamed of herself. How...how can she be ashamed of herself? There's nothing for her to be ashamed of! Her aeroplane had an issue, not her. What happened to her was not pilot error, it was machine error.

Suppose I'll have to go cheer her up now. Wonder how she'll react if I put a spider on her pillow.

...no?[/i]

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September 12, 2010

Apparently my sister was in on RSOR way before I even knew it existed.

I can't believe the nerve of this. I just...why would she keep this from me for all this time? She was initiated into the RSOR after we moved here. Instead of avoiding me like I was some sort of freak of nature, you would think that, perhaps, she might have mentioned to me once or twice that she'd discovered other reincarnates?

That she, in fact, WAS one?

She's Harriet Quimby. She was, and always will be, Harriet Quimby. My sister. The one who scoffed at me when I confessed who I was. The one who avoided me for months afterward.

I...I don't think I can write anymore.[/i]

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September 14, 2010

I've done a bit of thinking, and I've come to understand Cindy's motives a bit better.

I still don't think she should have kept it a secret for this long. It would be like Will using the back room of our cycle shop to work on a flying machine for three years without letting me in on it.

She told me that she was ashamed of herself. How...how can she be ashamed of herself? There's nothing for her to be ashamed of! Her aeroplane had an issue, not her. What happened to her was not pilot error, it was machine error.

Suppose I'll have to go cheer her up now. Wonder how she'll react if I put a spider on her pillow.

...no?[/i]

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September 15, 2010

So...what's a guy to do when he suspects that his science partner may be Anne Frank?

Why, call up Joan of Arc of course!

To think that I doubted Joan when she told me that strange things were a staple around here. Well, not entirely doubted her, but...I guess I didn't take her as seriously as I should have.

Kimaya - or Anne as we believe - has made several odd comments straight to my face that lead me to believe that she may be a reincarnate. She writes stories about a girl in the 1930s. Not entirely odd on its own. When coupled with the fact that she 'created' another family with herself, and feels like she belongs in a different time, I feel that it's definitely worth investigation. Plus, you know, she's a nice girl, having a hard time fitting in here...might as well give her a place where she feels like she can belong?

She didn't seem to like the past lives idea when I breached the subject, though to be fair to her that could have been due to the fact that I got overly excited and kept pestering her about it. Oops.

All I know is that I all but gave away who I am. Hopefully that doesn't come to bite me later.[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

September 22, 2010

I go into training as a recruiter for the RSOR today. We'll see how that goes shortly.[/i]

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September 24, 2010

As it turns out, one fall day last year my sister came across a freshman absolutely terrified of the candle that she was holding during a year start ceremony. With a bit of digging, my sister was able to successfully uncover the fact that said freshman was a reincarnate.

This year, that freshman is now a sophomore, and recently discovered that Cindy Winchester's little brother is a reincarnate himself.

Funny how that happens. Also makes me wonder what's next, since I'm a recruiter now.

The recruiting session went pretty well, for all intents and purposes. I passed, I guess? After some incredibly awkward exchanges between Joan of Arc and myself. Let's just say she really needs to stick with her day job. I...I never knew Joan was capable of asking me if I was any good... -Writing goes a bit shaky at this point as he is laughing while he is writing it-[/i]

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September 29, 2010

Injured my ankle today. Tried to convince Judy that it was no big deal, but, of course, failed miserably owing to the fact that I can't really say that I was in a near fatal plane crash before and still managed to fly after that.

So I had to sit out in gym class. I'm not a huge fan of gym anyway, so this was no big deal, but I wasn't entirely pleased at the idea of being relegated to sit in the bleachers by myself while watching others have fun. Fortunately, another boy was sitting out, so I awkwardly hiked my way up the bleachers to take a seat up there. I intended to just sit nearby, content with letting him continue with whatever he was already working on, yet still leaving the doors open for communication if need be.

Until I saw that he was staring at a black and white photo that looked to be cut out and pasted on the page of a notebook.

Could have been just a picture for a project, but I couldn't pass that one up.

He snapped the notebook closed before I could get a closer look at it, but I had the idea that it was an old photograph. I started asking questions, trying to dig for any information that I could use...or any hint that this was not a lead after all and that I should just give it up and go back to regular conversation. Fortunately, it turned out to not be that way at all! He has an interest in history, he says, especially Russian history before the Bolsheviks. He also relayed the scene from the movie Anastasia where Anya blurts out something that makes her...grandmother, I want to say? realize who she truly is.

Reincarnate, anyone?

And no, I absolutely do not watch Anastasia in my spare time. Cindy watched that movie so many times as a kid that I swear I know it by heart it drove me nuts.

I'm going to sleep on this stupid ankle.[/i]

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October 1, 2010

My roommates are strange. One, Xelios has a penchant for sleeping on the floor that I don't quite understand, but don't dare ask him for fear of looking rude. I'm sure he has his reasons. Bunks are so much comfier, though.

The other I don't see very often. Nathan Driscoll, or Nate as he prefers to be called, hasn't been around much when I'm in there. Then again, with RSOR meetings and other such things, I'm not in the dorm as often as one would expect either. So I guess I can't fault him entirely for that.

There's something strange about him too, though, in a different way. Something seems familiar about him. He's a junior, as is Xelios, so I don't think I know him from middle school. Maybe he's a friend of Cindy's? Again, I don't dare ask, but it does leave me curious.

Did spot him reading a book about airplanes, but I resisted the urge to comment. Don't want to look too strange, after all, or have Joan after my head.[/i]

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October 3, 2010

Cindy and I were discussing today confiding in our parents about everything.

It does make me wonder. I know we're not supposed to tell anyone of our previous identities, but I know there's got to be a few exceptions. After all, if things hadn't worked out and Cindy wasn't Harriet Quimby, she would have known my identity nonetheless.

Judy and Ed have had to put up with us all of their lives. I feel that they deserve an explanation for what we put them through. Cindy jumped out of trees and broke her ankle, and played the part of a reporter eerily well. I took apart everything I could get my hands on, including my poor father's computer the night before a huge presentation to his office was due.

Looking back, we all laugh at these incidents, but what do our parents really think?

I say this as I look at a picture of Cindy and I playing in a cardboard plane that I made. It was rather simplistic in nature...basically a cardboard box with two rudimentary wings and a propeller. Taking a quick glance at the photograph, we look like an ordinary five and eight year old playing in a little toy plane. In reality, as that picture was taken, I was back at Kitty Hawk, and I'm fairly certain Cindy was back in 1911 or 1912, charting her way through the air as the first woman in America with a pilot's license.

And Judy and Ed had no idea. They probably never will have any idea.

I'm proud of Cindy, I really am. I'm proud to call her my sister. I just feel it's rather unfortunate that my parents can't feel the same way, because they can't know.

Even if we did tell them, what would they think? On the off chance they believe us and don't send us to therapy, what would they say? I used to think that Ed and Judy weren't my true parents. Now I know that this simply isn't true. No, they weren't my parents the first time around, nor were they Cindy's. I may have sent Milton Wright a thrilled telegram announcing our successes at Kitty Hawk, but Edward Winchester was the one standing next to me cheering me on as I learned to ride a bike again, standing nearby to catch me in case I lost my balance and fell. Ursula Quimby may have been the woman that Harriet ran to with gusto as her first article was published for Leslie's Illustrated, but Judy Winchester was the one there to give Cindy a shoulder to cry on when she came home in fourth grade sobbing that a mean girl was making fun of her clothes.

They're just as much our parents as our old parents were, and I wish I'd realized this sooner. Too bad they don't know about us.[/i]

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October 5, 2010

I will not be convinced to engineer a flying skateboard, I will not be convinced to engineer a flying skateboard...

Too late. Thanks, Hayden Callaghan. Joan's gonna kill me...[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

October 20, 2010

Remember Xelios, my roommate? Yeah, he's Charles Darwin.

And he wishes to borrow my sister's bra.

I'm unsure what to make of this...[/i]

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October 22, 2010

Cindy responded in the affirmative to Darwin/Xelios, and added that she didn't want him to borrow her 'fav bra'.

How does one have a favorite bra? It's...a bra. It's not like I have a favorite pair of underwear, and it's the same concept. I...it boggles.[/i]

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October 28, 2010

Back when I was a little kid, I used to think that I was adopted. It all seemed to fit, really. I had memories of a different family, having a different name, different parents. Yeah, there were a few things that seemed off then. I had 'daydreams' about being an adult with this family. I passed them off as daydreams because I had no other explanation for what I was going through.

Now I know better, but I almost feel as if the adoption comparison works in this case. My mom was sitting in the living room one day and I was running past her. I stopped when I saw that she was crying and asked her what was wrong. She pointed to the TV and explained that she was watching Oprah (I...really don't see the appeal there, but whatever). This woman was reunited with her long lost sister after they were both put up for adoption and were sharing a tearfelt reunion after God knows how many years.

All I have to say is - Try 98.

I was working on Hayden's skateboard. I almost feel bad for the kid. I think that he honestly thinks I'm going to build him a flying skateboard. Whether I can get it off the ground or not, I'm certainly not giving it to an ordinary seventeen year old kid. First off, I might risk revealing RSOR, since most fourteen year olds can't do stuff like that unless they're reincarnates. Two? Who in their RIGHT mind would give Hayden something that would allow him to injure himself that much further? Chess/Iaia already told me he fell and hit his head on an ordinary skateboard. Just imagining that from ten feet in the air makes me shudder. Nice kid, but...he's the reason helmets were invented.

I was still doing the measurements for the skateboard when W Nate entered the door. The amazing disappearing roommate. Seriously, we've been rooming together for over a month now, and I hardly got a chance to see him until today. Which is too bad, now that I know...

He stumbled in carrying something in his hands. Closer look told me that it was a car with WINGS.

I went to help him pick up his notebook that he'd dropped on the floor (and, not gonna lie, to get a closer look at that CAR). I picked up the notebook and glanced at it, seeing all the schematics for that car in there. The writing looked familiar too, which I thought was kind of odd - Truly, Nate and I had never been around each other long enough to really get a feel for one another's writing. Or so I thought. I also offered Nate a small suggestion on his car. Looking back, that was a bit stupid, at least where concealing my identity is concerned, but it all worked out in the long run.

See, Nate went over to look at my things. He flipped through my notebook, while all I could do was stand there and hope that he didn't flip to any of the pages that might reveal anything RSOR related. He stared at my notebook for a while, before finally saying my name.

Which may seem like no big deal until I note that he called me Orville and not Oliver. As far as I know, I wasn't that obvious.

It was about this time that it hit me where I'd see the writing in Nate's journal before. No surprise it took me a while to recognize the writing. It's been a while since I've seen it in action. About a century or so, in fact.

Nathan Driscoll is my brother. Nate Driscoll is Wilbur. The ladies on Oprah have nothing on this.[/i]

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November 1, 2010

Elmo and Charles "Snow White" Darwin make a nice couple.

If at all possible, things at Riverdale High were even stranger than usual today. At least we had an excuse this time! I think I'll just jot down everyone's costumes. Simply reading those should be amusement enough.

Isa - Carmen Sandiego (saint turned criminal? Bonnie's rubbing off on her)
Xelios - Snow White (pimpin' AND sexy)
Errol - Elmo (never met this kid before tonight, but WOW, he insisted upon tangoing with everyone...I wonder if he's like that normally?)
Iskander - Crusader (if you can't beat the enemy, join them)
Chelsea - Pandora's Box (and yet she didn't rant about herself...hmm)
Kass - Slave princess (or something like that...I couldn't really tell)
Chess - Fairy (so...much...glitter)
Talia - Playboy bunny (drunk playboy bunny that spiked the punch, to be exact)
Jennah - Female Freddie Krueger
Cindy - Goddess of flight (but she's afraid of flying...)
Echo - ...I'm not entirely sure. A yellow blob floating in your vision? Is that supposed to mean something?
Hayden - Barrack Obama (he had a skateboard with Obama stickers too)
Sylent - Nurse (Barrack Obama seemed quite interested in this nurse too, I might add)
Will...er, Nate - Luigi
Me - Mario (yes, that does make us Super Mario Bros., and yes, I do realize the implications of this)

We also had a shark and a lifeguard running around and making out with each other, but I didn't get their names.

Synthetic mustaches itch.

Also, apparently some guy in my grade was attacked in the maze. That's a bit of a scary thought. Hope they catch who did it...and also hope it wasn't anyone in the RSOR.
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November 4, 2010

I've been invited to go hang-gliding by a girl who says that I have "old-soul" eyes, look like I've seen more than my age portrays, and that this is "cute".

This should be interesting.
[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

November 7, 2010

Bonnie and I actually agree on something - Joan is hiding something. What that something is, or what we suspect it is, I will not write out, for the simple fact that...it just doesn't feel right to write out.

...Wright.[/i]

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November 13, 2010

Dear Joan of Arc,

You are a sick and twisted woman. My brother and sister, DATING? That's...not wrong I guess, since one's my past brother and one's my current sister, but...

IT'S JUST WEIRD, OKAY? NOW I'M GOING TO BE UP THINKING ABOUT THAT ALL NIGHT.

Yours truly,
Orville Wright[/i]

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November 16, 2010

That girl, who said I had the old soul eyes? She's in my history class. Lenita Zimmerman's her name, and I think she's a reincarnate.

She hasn't been too blatantly obvious about it, unlike Alexei Romanov, but I still think...she's just behaving strangely, and it's striking me as odd. She got into an argument with Cranbolt about the men of Salem, and had a few choice words for them. Now, maybe it's my imagination, but she sounded as though she was speaking from experience. I wish I had more to go on than that. It's that and the old soul eyes comment, which I still consider odd.

Especially when she seems to like them so much.[/i]

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November 24, 2010

We just arrived home from the airport with Grandma Susie. Grandma Susie keeps looking at me as if she expects me to take the house apart.

Right now, I'm looking for an opening where no one's paying attention to me to slip out and work on Cindy's car. It shouldn't be making the noise it was making all the way to the airport, but she insists that it's fine.

Ed and Judy keep telling both Cindy and I to behave, even though we're not doing anything. For once, I'm not doing anything. Don't tempt me, or I may put a metal bug in the mashed potatoes again. Then again, it was only my mom and Grandma Susie that didn't see the humor in that...Ed started laughing, and Cindy, after screaming at the top of her lungs and nearly falling out of her seat joined in too. That one never gets old.[/i]

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November 25, 2010

Still haven't had a chance to go out and look at that car.[/i]

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November 29, 2010

The car? Lost cause. Too much hustle and bustle going on in my house. Any time I tried to slip out, Grandma Susie or my second set of parents would call me in to help with something. On the bright side, I made a cranberry bunny, just like I used to back in the day. My parents wondered where I learned how to do it. I just told them I learned it at school.

Nice how school can offer a built in excuse for things like that.

To more important news in the world of Riverdale - Principal Hanston won a competition, and that means we get to travel to London. I haven't been overseas since my past life, so I'm looking forward to it. I just hope we get a pilot who knows what he's doing. I hate to sound picky, but some of today's pilots scare me. I don't even think you have to know the mechanics of the plane to fly anymore, and that..just doesn't sit well with me. But maybe I'm old fashioned.

That doesn't bug me so much as the fact that we're staying at a WAX MUSEUM. Who's brilliant idea was that? I swear, if the wax exhibits come to life at night I'm going to...I don't know what I'll do.[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

November 30, 2010

Recruiting older students is much harder than recruiting freshmen, I've come to realize. However, it needed to be done, and now we have a Michelangelo to add to our ranks. I still feel that I should get extra credit in history for all of the additional research I have to do to recruit reincarnates, but alas, my teacher is not a reincarnate herself (least not as far as I know).

Also need to figure out how to quote a direct interview with Walt Disney for a paper without mentioning that I got it from Walt Disney himself. However, after tackling this recruiting session, I feel like I can do anything. Well, almost anything.

I would still prefer hiring someone else to do this speech for me.
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December 1, 2010

Went on that hang-gliding trip with Lenita today. I enjoyed it immensely, though she noticed that something was odd almost immediately.

As did I.

She made a comment about being a witch, then began to act odd almost immediately. Saying that I was the only one who didn't believe she was a witch. I would have been confused had I not thought about what happened in class a few weeks ago. I told her that she knew a lot about the Salem Witch Trials, and I found it interesting. She responded that she felt as if she knew more than the average person. So then I asked her if she had any dreams.

She insisted we continue flying after that, thus only spurring on my curiosity more. However, I didn't want to her to feel more uncomfortable, so I was in a strange position. Then she started to play the game right back. The game that all reincarnates seem to play during the recruitment process. She informed me that I seemed like I knew what I was doing (well, duh, I was gliding in North Carolina before my Grandma Susie was even born).

A bit more conversation (plus...other things), and she slowly admitted who she was. Sarah Good, one of the accused witches at Salem.

I...we discussed RSOR, and now we just need to wait on Isabella to officially initiate her into the RSOR.

And there you have it. The story of how a pilot and a colonial woman got together. I must say, she's a fine kisser.[/i]

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December 2, 2010

I had a dream that I had to babysit Ben Stiller's monkey in the Night At The Museum movies. He hijacked an airplane and kept flying around me, shooting lasers at me. I'm frightened as to what this might entail for the actual trip...[/i]

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December 4, 2010

I never thought a plane ride could be so...boring.

You can barely even tell that we're on a plane. I guess I should be amazed at the technology that enables this, but it very much depletes the experience of flying! Stupid 9/11. We can't even venture into the cockpit and ask questions for fear we might be terrorists and take down the plane.

Unfortunately, that may be true for some of us. I'd rather not find out.

I also can't work on any of my machines, owing to the fact that a flight attendant may see and jump to the conclusion that I'm working on a bomb. So I have absolutely nothing to do. Unless I wish to watch Beauty and the Beast, as the airline is under the impression that Disney movies are the only such movie that high schoolers can handle (no offense, Justice/Walt, Beauty and the Beast just never caught my attention).

Maybe I'll just throw peanuts at Wilbur. Better than nothing, isn't it?[/i]

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December 4, 2010

Landed safely. Tired. Sleep now.[/i]

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

December 5, 2010

I think jet lag may be messing with my mind a bit.

I had the most peculiar dream last night. Night At The Museum themed with an interesting twist - WE were the wax figures. Essentially, everyone in RSOR was roaming around the museum in their old bodies.

I had a race with Joan (which I'm proud to say that I WON, by the by). Michelangelo and Da Vinci got into a rather heated argument that Bob Marley broke up. And despite the fact that I realize all of this is just as prone to happen in the RSOR room, somehow it had an added weird factor when it was all occurring while we were in our past bodies.

Later in the dream, Joan was taunting Elizabeth Bathory and Jack the Ripper. Well, at least I finally know the identity of The dream felt so real that it's hard to keep track. I wanted to stick around and help Joan, but Walt Disney and I figured we could not do much to help and thus went off to look for a red pen. I thought to go to the gift shop, where I figured they'd have both pens for sale and for their own personal use. Walt was able to find a green pen, but alas, no red. Joan entered the gift shop, declaring that Bathory and Jack were on the loose, and that she would search for them while we tried to round up some of the weaker of us. Darwin, Michelangelo, and Da Vinci were roaming around in wheelchairs, and thus we figured we would attend to them first.

We came across Cleopatra trying to keep up with Joan. She eventually gave up and joined Walt and I. We found Michelangelo asleep between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and tried to get him to come with us, but he wouldn't have it at first. Ugh, I wanted to...

Anyway, we heard a scream that sounded awfully like Joan, and we called the matter to a vote. Walt voted that we stick with the plan of continuing to round up the others, while Cleopatra and I voted that we check on Joan (Michelangelo could care less, though at least the stubborn dolt finally decided to stick by us). When we went to check on Joan, we discovered Jack lying unconscious with Joan on the floor and Darwin out of his wheelchair. As it turned out, Bathory and Jack found Darwin first and attacked him. Joan came to his rescue, only to be attacked by Jack, who jumped atop her. Darwin hit Jack on the head knocking him out, and Bathory fled the scene.

...Charles Darwin is a badass.

Joan and Bonnie went to hunt down Bathory, and not sure what happened after that. I just know that we met up with Da Vinci after that, and after a bit more talking (and tying up), we dumped Jack the Ripper into a closet.

After that Lenita, as Sarah, came up to join me and help me take apart a wheelchair and attack it to another one to make a double wheelchair. It was awkward, but it felt so real...

I'm thinking perhaps I should talk to the producers of Night At The Museum about this dream. Might make for a good movie.[/i]

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December 5, 2010

Hmm. As it turns out, last night wasn't a dream. We discussed it on our trip to the zoo, and Lenita, Cindy, and I discussed it over lunch, plus our own Nellie Bly did an article on it. I slipped her brother in this life a red pen. I figured he might appreciate it.

I'm honestly amazed that Cindy learned directly from us about our relationship. I would have thought for SURE that a certain roommate of hers would have blabbed everything. I guess with everything happening lately she didn't get a chance.

I wonder if the same thing is going to happen tonight? We honestly don't know why it's happening, but really, I don't mind it. In fact, I'm kind of looking forward to it. [/i]

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December 6, 2010

It happened again last night.

Nothing off the scale in magnitude happened, but a bunch of little things made up for it. I spent some time with Walt again, and happened to record his voice as Mickey. I plan on using it for my speech in class. I'll pretend I just got it from the internet. Only the RSOR kids will know where I really obtained the audio footage!

I was also privileged enough to witness a collaboration between Freddie Mercury and Bob Marley. Neither of those sets of music are really my style, but it was an amazing sight to witness nonetheless. I feel like asking Freddie to sign something for my father, since he's a huge fan of Queen (he blasted it halfway from Kansas City to North Carolina), but I'm not entirely sure how well that would go over. How would I have obtained a dead man's signature?

Also, I must make a note to NEVER, EVER give Joan sugar, either in her past form or current form. She's worse than a five year old.

As far as the rest of the trip was concerned, we went to Windsor Castle, then on to a tour about Jack the Ripper. After the incident a couple of nights before, all of us were curious as to who the identity of our Jack the Ripper was. We eventually narrowed it down to one Raven Kass, who proceeded to kiss Bathory Leila in front of all of us. Guess that secret's no more.

Isa had a hard time of it trying to keep her mouth shut in front of the guides. Every time she went to call Leila by her "true" name, a tour guide would walk by and give her a strange look. It made for a highly amusing night, and a nice offset to the creepy factor of everything else.[/i]

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December 7, 2010

I must say, I'm glad that what happens while we're in our wax forms does not translate to these forms. Otherwise, I think I'd be in the hospital right now. And Fox, the senior who happens to be the reincarnation of Bob Marley?

Joan and I heard strange noises in the museum last night, and decided to go check them out. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea, and I probably wouldn't act on that particular curiosity again. We discovered what made the noise - None other than Bathory and Jack. The two of them went after us, and I pretty much had to fend off Jack. Shame to say I wasn't doing the best job of this, but I'd say he had the upper hand in this case. I just kept hitting him with Joan's standard, which she gave me in order to defend myself.

Eventually Saladin, Richard the First, and Wang came to help out. I hope I have this next part accurate, but there are no guarantees from here on out. Things started to get cloudy, more than likely from the full force of a serial killer's foot on my head.

As stated above, in the fight Jack repeatedly stepped on my head. I don't believe I lost consciousness, but I could be wrong. I finally managed to scramble away with some help, just in time to witness Bathory and Joan swing toward each other and hit Bob, who was in the middle of the whole thing trying to play the role of mediator. The whole thing was surreal in a way unparalleled even by everything else that has happened thus far. He turned back to wax before he even hit the ground.

Bathory and Jack fled soon after that. Joan seemed incredibly torn up over Bob's death, and Darwin came over to comfort her. Meanwhile Wang and Saladin helped me out immensely by getting band-aids and a cold, wet rag. Eventually everyone cleared out after we returned Bob to his exhibit, and I sat on a bench near Joan as she tried to clean up after everything. The whole thing still felt unreal, though I'm not entirely sure if that was due to Bob's death or my mental state at this point.

Will came up. I don't even know what I looked like at this point, but I can't have looked good, judging by his reaction the moment he looked at me. Joan, ever observant, made the remark that he was bald, and I recalled my mission to wax his head. I stumbled to my feet and discovered I couldn't hold myself up, proceeding to catch myself on Joan's cart.

Then? Then things grew really strange. I'm not entirely sure what happened, to be honest. I remember a few things - Being told to keep sitting down was one of the main ones. Then, however, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a single thing that happened after Joan came back with a mop.

Suffice to say, we woke up in the morning with no lasting injuries. Fox was understandably startled (so was I, waking up to his screaming), though he recovered quickly and barged in on the girls while they were still half asleep. This leads to all sorts of new questions, however - Are we pretty much invincible in our wax bodies, then? It seems as though no matter what we do at night, we wake up in the morning as though nothing happened.

Except for that voicemail I sent Will last night. I am not sneaking my cell phone out anymore. I...I guess I wasn't unconscious after all, but I might as well have been, for all the sense I made.

[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

December 8, 2010

Well, not much happened through the course of the day yesterday, or last night for that matter. Joan was standing behind me making faces, and everyone was trying to make out that I still had remnants of that concussion. Haha. Very funny. Why couldn't they have put out a wax helmet?

As for what we did during the day, we went to a couple of other museums (none as interesting as the one we're staying at, of course, for obvious reasons), and witnessed the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Then we did some more shopping, though of course I didn't have much money to buy anything. Just the bits Ed and Judy send to me, plus the money I make helping Hayden out with his skateboard. Which, sad to say, is more money than one would expect. I mostly did some Christmas shopping, then went ahead with my idea for my father's Christmas gift. Freddie was glad to oblige. I wonder how Ed will react when he opens up a Queen album signed by Freddie Mercury himself?
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December 9, 2010

Last night we finally succeeded at a game of Capture the Flag. I wonder - if everyone else in the game ended up dead, does that mean I automatically won?

We split the team up between males and females. Joan, Bonnie, and Wang were on one team, and Saladin, Jack, and I were on another. I'm sad to say that this was my idea too. What possessed me to join a team with Jack after he proceeded to give me what likely would have been permanent brain damage had it not been for the mysteries of the wax museum I don't know. Maybe I did still have residual effects from the concussion in my old body.

We split up, each going after one of the girls, who started out in possession of the flag (Joan's standard). I'm not quite sure what the others were doing, but I chased Wang to the elevator, where I proceeded to fix the wiring so that the elevator became stuck. She, um, distracted me and started to climb the elevator shafts. I followed her, keeping up fairly well until she made it to the top first (only makes sense considering she did have a head start) and closed the door behind me.

By the time I worked out how to open the doors, I walked out to find a bloodbath. Figures. I later found out that Jack had somehow gotten ahold of Bonnie's gun and went on a shooting spree. He killed Saladin, Wang, and Joan before Bonnie wrestled the gun from him and shot him. Evidently Bonnie was then bored and shot herself. What an...interesting end to the past five days?
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December 10, 2010

We landed back in Riverdale not too long ago. The plane ride back was just as uneventful as the ride there, at least where I was. Lenita apparently got sick the first time around, but I think she held up fine this time, which is good. I think it was bad airplane food rather than the plane itself.
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December 15, 2010

I'm really starting to miss London.
[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

December 24, 2010

I'll be sticking around here for most of Christmas, though Cindy and I are going back home to see Ed and Judy on Christmas Day. The Christmas ball was yesterday, which went along without a hitch. The only problem that I faced was being cornered by Fox and Errol and being pressured into telling the aforementioned parties what might get Joan to dance with them. Fortunately, as I'm as lost to a solution to that problem as they are, they didn't get much helpful information from me. Perhaps they should ask Darwin? He somehow managed the impossible and convinced Joan to dance with him. In a dress, no less. Proof that Christmas miracles are not just a myth.
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December 26, 2010

Christmas at the Winchesters was nice. Judy Mom and Dad gave me new clothes, as well as an alarm clock for my dorm. Dad seemed to really enjoy his autographed Queen CD, though as expected, he wondered where on Earth I got such a thing. I told him London and left it there. Mom enjoyed her mug. I would have liked to have gotten her an entire set, but money is tight when the only jobs you are eligible to take happen to be at fast food restaurants.


When I arrived back at Riverdale High, Will and I exchanged gifts. I made him a small working model of our Flyer, while he gave me popcorn balls. Yes, popcorn balls. I was about to protest when he informed me that he had also, in fact, gotten me a hang glider through one of his cousins. We plan to make a few modifications to it and put it to the test at some point.

We tested my model that night, with a few hitches. The model flew well enough, though when a large gust of wind came Will lost control and the model went careening toward the ground, making a detour at my face before landing. So now I have a decent sized scratch going across the bridge of my nose. Will gave me a try at the controls, which again resulted in tragedy when a misjudgment on my part sent the model bursting through a window. We decided to pack up for the day at this point, and I'm still fairly certain Hanston has no idea why the third window on the second floor is broken. One can only hope, at least.[/i]

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January 1, 2011

Errol Murdock is one strange kid. His idea of wishing everyone a Happy New Year is walking through the halls playing his violin. I was also nearly hit in the face with the door to my own dorm when he threw it open.

2011 now.

Note to self - Lock all doors tonight. Last thing I need is another injury right now.

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January 4, 2011

As fate would have it, I have another injury.

I went to the doctor to get my sulfuric acid burn checked out, at the advice of Joan (resident burn expert) - Apparently it's going to take a few weeks to heal, and even then, there may be some scarring.

Never - ever - will I allow Hayden to handle anything on wheels indoors again. As it is, I hope he learned the lesson himself. The acid, which thankfully was not all that powerful, hit my arm, but it hit him on the stomach. With as much as this is bothering my arm, I shudder to think what it would feel like on my stomach.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

January 7, 2011

My burn is not doing too badly. Though I can now understand Joan's plight much better. There is a lot of maintenance that goes into caring for a burn. I'll be happy when it's cleared up.

I've gotten to know another member of the leader's panel, one Petra (aka Sacagaewea) a bit better. She seems nice enough, albeit quieter than I expected. Then again, it takes all types to be on the leader's panel. They can't all be like Joan.

On another note, Lenita's sister has been acting odd recently. She and Errol all but ambushed Joan and I when we came across each other in a restaurant. Tamara called me Orville as well, which only adds to my concerns. I assume she must have been eavesdropping on a conversation between Lenita and I, but this is worrying. At least Joan is well aware of what is going on, however, so hopefully she'll pull a few strings and handle damage control. Meanwhile, Lenita and I will just have to be more careful from now on.[/i]

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January 9, 2011

The suspicions that Bonnie and I shared about Joan are true. That's all I'm going to say on the matter, because I feel disgusting even having witnessed it. [/i]

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January 12, 2011

The idea of Hayden Callaghan as a father scares me, but it may serve as just the catalyst he needs. That is, if he survives the wrath of Walt Disney first. =)[/i]

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January 20, 2011

My burn is doing decently better now. I should be able to take off my bandages for good soon, although the doctor warns me that it'll probably be a couple of months before it's healed completely, and that there still may be scarring. However, I guess it could be worse.[/i]

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January 23, 2011

Will's birthday today. He's seventeen again, and I'm going to give him a coupon for Rogaine as a retaliation for the popcorn balls he gave me for Christmas.

In addition, I think I'll give him a remote control car for his experiments. I'm running low on funds, but as we'll likely be tearing the thing apart anyway, I don't think it particularly matters if I get an expensive model. [/i]

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January 31, 2011

Tamara really needs to watch what she's doing before she gets herself into far more trouble than she already is. She's messing with all the wrong people. She punched her own sister in the face! I'm willing to begrudgingly admit that it was an accident on her part, but like Wang said, it would have never happened in the first place if Lenita hadn't been trying to stop her dramamongering from going out of control.

We were pretty much silent as we took her down to the nurse's office. I didn't want to say a word to Tamara, and I don't think Tamara wanted to say anything either. Good. Hope she felt guilty.

On a lighter note, Hayden thinks RSOR is a legion of superheroes now. Not quite sure where he picked up such an absurd idea from... =)[/i]

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

February 5, 2011

Never again will I leave the doors to our dorm room unlocked again, nor will I answer the door without getting a good look at who's standing there first.

Errol Murdock came barging in to Dorm 220 and instantly started poking his overlarge nose into every nook and cranny that he could think of. His search was not for naught, as he did come up with a remote control car that was sticking out from under our bunks. One with it's wings in place sight.

The next words out of his mouth were...unsettling, to say the least - "Does it fly, Orville?"

I think I did a fairly good job of fighting him off. Even if there was a brief mention of the truth. I made it sound as though he was absolutely insane, though, so hopefully his laughing it off was a sign that he didn't believe that to be the case. Nevertheless, I may not mind so much when Joan makes Wright puns, but when Errol does it...I think I went light on him on the shock that I did deliver to him. Unfortunately, it had to go through me first, so I couldn't make it too powerful. He can be quite slippery when he wants to be.

Now RSOR meetings are canceled for the next fortnight, and I have to explain to Will why his car has a busted tail. I can only hope that he recalls the saying 'don't kill the messenger'.[/i]

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February 14, 2011

I normally don't swear. I was taught by my first father that there are better ways to express yourself. However, I do feel that every once in a while, an exception arises. Today one of those exceptions happened. So here goes...

Fuck you Elizabeth Bathory. Fuck you very much. Think we should have just kept her locked in that closet for all eternity back in London.

Off to find more bandages for my hand, which now has a stab wound in it.[/i]

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February 16, 2011

Aren't reliving one's teenage years awkward enough? Why does life number 2 have to keep throwing every twist and turn imaginable at me? Is there some higher power looking down at this and laughing?

Nate Driscoll, formerly known as Wilbur Wright, and Cindy Winchester. Dating.

It's not wrong, yet it's wrong on so many levels. Incest without the incest. I am going to make it clear that I do NOT want details from either party. I just...I just pictured it. No. Just no. [/i]

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February 20, 2011

Good news and bad news.

Good news - I didn't walk in on Wilbur and Cindy.

Bad news - I walked in on Joan and Darwin instead.

To clarify...they weren't really doing much. Still, they were on Xelios' bunk, fast asleep, with Isa in Xelios' arms. That's awkward enough with those two. [/i]

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February 28, 2011

Judy wants to meet Lenita. I would say Judy and Ed, but Judy is clearly the mastermind behind this devious scheme. There's no reason to even argue against that. I'll just need to make sure I wear long sleeves to cover up that burn and stab wound.

Maybe I could get Cindy to bring Will with her, so that the attention isn't just on Lenita and I? As strange as that relationship remains to me, there's not much I can do about it, and at least I know I can trust them both. And if not? Well, I know where they live.[/i]