Stop the presses: Sally Blevins survives car ride with Kara Keating. Well, Sally thinks it's newsworthy. She even wrote a make-shift will before getting into the car with the new Osborn family and tacked...little things on her list that she needs to do. But for now all she wants to do is enjoy the winter chill and throw the stick around with the dogs. It really is the simple things that make Sally happy
The sun was shining, the sky a vibrant blue not a cloud in the sky. Sally hated it, wanted it to reflect her inner turmoil. Wanted the drab grays and tortured sound of wind whipping through the manor....help anything. Not like she had a soul." She could feel him watching her for a few moments but she didn't move, just kept staring at the lawn below. Almost relieved when he finally left her alone
There was no school for Sally. She'd tried to go and Alfred had ordered her to sit and eat and then there'd been a lecture on safety and Sally didn't have the energy to argue. Everything that was said...then she already had and headed straight for her room. She didn't even think, simply headed for the closet and curled up in the corner. Maybe if she was lucky the darkness would swallow her whole
[Locked to Bruce, Lorna and Ms. Grey] Ms. Grey said to just start writing and then scrap that piece but to at least get it all out on paper. Supposed to be cathartic or something. It wasn't. I was...bed. It's nothing magical but I wouldn't change any of it. Except now I'm like really really really really really REALLY worried about Bruce and Lorna staying a couple. Thanks SO MUCH Jean-Paul!!!!!!!
I'm home! I missed you home. I missed your walls and your windows and your weird statues and your books and every single stone or brick or whatever your made out of I'm not exactly sure. I missed you...job? I don't have one. 57. Favorite day of the week? I like Saturdays. 58. How many towns have you lived in? Enough. 59. Do you make friends easily? Sometimes. 60. Is there anything you want? Nope
"...and then James went and actually poured the one liquid and no I don't remember what it's called or what it's formula was but it turned purple ! Like a lilac kinda purple not that dark royal purple...car in the driveway. A green hatchback. Definitely not one of Bruce's cars and she doubted it was a new one of Harry's. She hurried up to the front door and opened it, peering inside. "Anybody home?
Today was the day, the first day she'd be at school in over five years. Sally was nervous as hell and fussed with her tie, not certain she was doing this correctly. She stood in front of the mirror in...and sat across from him, quietly thanking Alfred for the plate of French toast that appeared a moment later. She could do this, could show she wasn't just some scared kid. Even if she really was
She should have listened to Lorna and gone to bed when the older woman had directed. Instead Sally had fiddled around on the internet for awhile longer and seen Avalanche's post about her. She could...her dying father. Lorna cannot know she's been crying. Sally will not add that stress to Lorna's. Hurt ex-boyfriends are silly compared to dying fathers. She won't be the reason Lorna cries today
It’s raining in Gotham. A torrential downpour without the lightning or thunder but Sally suspects that will come soon enough if the howling wind is any indication. Wayne Manor seems infinitely sadder today...the book. "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank," she read aloud, and leaned back against the pillow. What better way to spend a rainy day than with a good book
Lorna, I screwed up. The Brotherhood knows where I am. Bruce is sending me and Alfred away. Somewhere. I'm sorry I won't get to watch Enchanted with you. Thanks for letting me decorate the tree with you and make stockings and cookies. Sally
