DOARS- Week 8 Day 4- Star Crossed

Welcome Back! Last time we saw our DW she was struggling with feelings of inadequacy and loss. Understandably so. How is she doing on the second day? Read and find out!

Also, sorry about the delay in getting this chapter out, I've been working and stuff. I'm feeling better and I had this morning off of work, so here is the next part!
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Dear Diary,

Yesterday was my slacking day, my introspective day, or at least one of them, and the first day in my entire life that I spent with out even one family member.

It was a pretty crappy day.


Today probably isn't going to be much better, but I did start off the day with some pumpkin, in the form of a pie, so the start isn't nearly as bad as it could be.


I've been having nightmares, especially since my mom and dad died and went missing, isn't it odd that it should be in that order? I don't know that I'll ever get used to that... but, with any hope I won't have to. Anyways, I'm, up early today since I couldn't sleep. I don't even want to think about how many hours I have until school starts.
So I won't.
There are a lot of things to keep me busy, like this for instance. My mother used to make the beds every day, and now I can do this in her memory. It's like saying, "This is for you mom, you raised me right, and if you ever come back, I'll show you how great you are."

Something like that anyway, I might have part of the message jumbled up, or misinterpreted it, but you get the idea.

A new day brings more laundry and more things to fold. Fortunately for me neither of these things really take that long to do. Or maybe ... unfortunately, as I am looking for ways to fill my time and keep my mind occupied.... well, the laundry doesn't take that long, that's the point. I can't be bothered with speaking correctly today, so you'll just have to try and be understanding about it. You can do that. ... Right?


There's the dishes, too. I can wash all of them, that's another thing my mother was fanatical about. She'll appreciate the house being clean should she ever return. That's something I'm going to stop doing, these if's and should she, and maybes and possibilities. That's no way to live. My mom and dad are going to come back. My brother is more than smart enough to make it happen, and I really need to stop questioning this. My family will be together again. I really can't afford to doubt that.

Back to cleaning the house, my brother's bed probably should be made. He's the most notorious of the household about not making his bed.

I just got dressed, so more laundry to do. This bag is awfully big for just having my pjs in it.... Wait, did the gnome just snicker?

"Your contribution to keeping our army clean is duly noted."

Seriously? Am I doing gnome laundry? The only gnome that I've ever met doesn't even wear clothes...

"I like the breeze."

O.O

"Are you sure you don't want to put on some of these clothes? They match your... er, furr..." I suggested. I mean, if I was going to was gnome laundry, then they could at least be kind enough to wear it...Not that I had ever thought about it, but it was a little creepy that the ambassador didn't wear clothing...

"You should not mess with things you do not understand!" *POOF*



Let's just... move on...I took the opportunity to check my e-mail then and look up gnomes. I'm guessing that they're not all like the teddy bear who haunts our house.

And I discovered that they're not. They actually seem to dress like old men who wear pointy hats. Who knew?


Well, there was one thing that I was actually prepared for in my new life, driving. It's very nice to be able to drive myself around. Especially as a cryptic message in my e-mail told me to meet them at a community lot.

The lot, the "them", and the time of the meeting were left out of the e-mail. Great. But with my 'wheels' I set out on this wild goose chase and hoped it would result in something productive.


I have deduced a few things about it, though. The location was not the grocery store.


Or the book store.

The person was not Pat, who showed up at my school to tell me that Hector was doing pretty well and I shouldn't be worried about any lab accidents that I may or may not hear about.

Which is actually very unnerving, far too unnerving to think about. I'm going to assume freaking me out wasn't her intent. Now let's just stop for a moment, I have something to clarify. My mother freaks out about every little thing. I don't. Got that? So although I may occasionally freak out when my family goes through a crisis, this is not going to be an everyday thing. Okay? All right, now that we're clear, let's move on.

After school I headed to the diner. Why you may ask? Well, it couldn't hurt, right? And that actually was the right location at approximately the right time. Rommich Thobanob was waiting for me.

I know you've seen him a few times and you may now be trying to calculate the number of times we've dealt with him instead of Zhiddezoe and which of the two we've seen more often. Well, let me just say, that's is very odd of you, but if it makes you happy then continue... I guess. Though, I can't speak for the rest of my family, but personally I know Rommich much better than Zhiddezoe. So I was relieved when my secret appointment was with him.

Less relieved when I found out about the topic of conversation, how ever. He'd just learned of Zhiddezoe's plans for him and Pat. Oh did I never mention that? Hmm.... I thought I did. Well, Zhiddezoe has been planning their marriage ever since Pat was young. On the topic of their marriage, he said that aside from both being close to Hector and the rest of the Sw0rds, he and Pat didn't have anything in common, and he was pretty sure she had zero interest in him. I may or may not have confirmed that in matters of the heart her interests are deeply rooted in another.

He was not pleased. Apparently he's tried to talk Zhiddezoe out of this wild scheme, but all of her reasons make sense. They're the last breed-able alien man and women. When she puts it like that, I think we can all see her point. Rommich is resolved, though, to never marry Pat. He says that even though she's the last alien he can marry, he'll never marry her. I wonder if there's bad blood there, it's unlike the desperate Rommich that I used to know to refuse any woman. Well, maybe it's because she's in love with his best friend, I suppose that is something that would deter him.



Anyways, after my dinner with Rommich I went home to my empty house and did more laundry. Well, I suppose it wasn't really empty, since the ambassador has been hanging around recently. He had nothing to say to me this evening, which is maybe a good thing.... or maybe not, it's hard to say.

Then there was the ever present homework to complete. I'm determined to graduate with full honors and make my brother and my parents proud. I'm graduating in a few days, though, so I just hope that they'll all be there to see it.



After the homework was completed, my evening took an unusual turn. Zhiddezoe abducted me for a private chat. She's always been friendly with me before, but today she was very menacing.
Her visit was to remind me that Rommich and Pat were going to get married and propagate the alien species, and that no matter how fond she was of the Sw0rds, she would not tolerate any interference on that score. I kindly informed her that I had absolutely no idea how that affected me, since I was not interfering at all and really didn't have that much of an opinion on it. She grumbled or something, and dropped me off at home. Well, we may have gotten into an argument about it, and words may have been exchanged, I might not have been as polite as I was hoping to be, and my brother my or may not have come up as an alternative husband to Pat, which may or may not have made the conversation much more heated. Anyways, by the time I got home it was late, and although I don't dislike the alien leader, she was not my favorite person. I'm tired, I have school in the morning and I really didn't need her eating up my evening and the early hours of the night.


Exhausted and frustrated,

Raquel Sw0rd