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[20 Oct 2004|03:36pm] [ mood | restless ] I've been going to classes for more than a month now, and yet nothing's really happened. I've decided I must be a decidedly boring person for this to even be possible. This room is starting to annoy me. Oh, and I still haven't heard from Mum or Dad. 22 comments /  post a comment

[24 Aug 2004|05:07pm] I found the papers. Seems Mum had stuffed them underneath my socks after all. Thanks a bloody bunch for telling me, Mummy dearest. Thank goodness I was fortunate enough to find somewhere to sleep for the night, though. Wouldn't want to be caught outside in weather like this. I'm all settled in my room now, in Mustians if anyone was wondering, and it's... quaint. Better than home, in any case. And I've decided something. I'm not going to put up with my parents any longer. I am not going to get sent home, and I am going to get the best marks their eyes have ever seen. So there. post a comment

[19 Aug 2004|09:13pm] [ mood | crushed ] [ music | Mew - Comforting Sounds ] I'm really not fond of my mother. I don't even know what bloody house I'm supposed to be "cavorting off to", even, and she knows that, and still she just goes and throws me out of her stupid bloody house and I should start using the delete key more, I think. Is there anyone at school yet, then? 2 comments /  post a comment

Hullo. [11 Aug 2004|10:17am] [ mood | indescribable ] Well then. I've been accepted to Eton. Mum and Da are thrilled, of course. They won't shut up about it. Keep blabbing to all their friends, about their little boy going to Eton. This is their proof, I think, that I'm not going to turn out like Matthew. Or Scott. Or Will. They know that I'll go much further than they ever did, that I'm a good fellow, that I won't Right. Mum and Da can't believe that their youngest son, the runt of the litter, is going to such a wonderful school. They are blabbing to their friends, yes, but only about how they're just waiting for the letter from Eton telling them I've misbehaved and have to leave. I hate that they won't trust me. I hate that I'm going to some stupid school that only further increases their doubt in me. I hate that they think I'm Matthew and Scott and William. I hate it hate it hate it hate it hate hate hate hate Brilliant. I'm sure I'll like it there. 18 comments /  post a comment

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