kind of wringing them together.
"I don't know," she said, her voice small. "I'm glad I didn't."
I should have said something, I should have smiled at her, I should have done ANYTHING except just walk out of the bathroom—I was clean and changed then—leaving her to deal with my sauce-covered uniform.
After that I couldn't really face anything except coming back here to my apartment and taking two showers and then hiding under my bed with Opal set to 'search'. Then after school was out and the grounds were pretty much deserted I went for a signal-search walk. Nothing, though. Nothing at all.
You know something, though? Even though today was awful and horrible and definitely the worst day of my life, right now, as I write this, I kind of feel ... clear. Like I can think properly for the first time since I teleported here. Maybe I've been suffering some after effects of the teleportation, a kind of brain-scrambling or something, and that's starting to wear off—which might mean that my powers will come back too! Oh, PLEASE let my powers come back. Then I could just ... just run out of this place. Just flee .
Maybe I should try that anyway. Start walking and don't look back. Or take the first bus out of town, at least until I get an outside signal for Opal.
That sounds like a good plan, actually. Tomorrow is Friday. Then it's the weekend, which means no school. I probably wouldn't even think about going back except for the other Charlotte, I feel so bad about how I treated her, or didn't treat her, or whatever, I wasn't good and I need to make up for that. Besides which I kind of ... I kind of just want to see her again, she's creepy and weird but she helped me when I needed it, she tried to warn me against Veronica and in my worst moment she was the one who guided me to a bathroom and cleaned me up and oh my goodness I was so totally awful to her. I didn't even say thank you, that's pretty much unforgivable.
Okay. So that's my plan. Go to school tomorrow to find Second Charlotte and apologise, then on Saturday I get a bus out of this stupid town, get an outside signal on Opal, and call Mum and Dad. They'll know what to do.
xx48.11.05 / 07:57 / Friday
I spent an hour this morning trying to make my hand go out-of-phase. Result? Nothing. No sign of any of my powers coming back. I didn't have much hope, but last night I kind of felt ... I don't know. I don't have my powers, that's a fact I'm just going to have to live with.
Also spent a ridiculous amount of time this morning trying to find out what kind of shoes Charlotte Two was wearing, I don't know why but I can't get them out of my head. Maybe it's because she wears such weird dull clothing otherwise, but such nice shiny shoes. The local nets are a bit limited, but based on some images and descriptions I got from the local KnowledgeWeb I think they're Derbys (Derbies?) or Brogues—boy's shoes, even though she's definitely not a boy. They didn't LOOK masculine, though, they were rounded at the toes and they had a strap across her perfectly white socks—you know, the more I write about this the more strongly I feel that they're not Derbies (Derbys?) or Brogues at all. Maybe I should just call them 'school shoes' and be done with it. I mean, look at how much I've written about them already, it's probably unhealthy to obsess over someone else's footwear this much, especially when the owner of said footwear isn't even particularly important to you.
Still, she's the only person here who's really spoken to me, apart from stupid horrible Veronica and her stupid horrible friends.
I'm already kind of late for class. I should get going.
xx48.11.05 / 12:54 / Still Friday
No sign of Charlotte II all morning, and she's not in the lunch room. Disappointing. Less disappointing is that there hasn't been any sign of Veronica or any of her cronies either. Actually, now that I look around this lunch room is pretty deserted, not even half the tables have people sitting at
"I don't know," she said, her voice small. "I'm glad I didn't."
I should have said something, I should have smiled at her, I should have done ANYTHING except just walk out of the bathroom—I was clean and changed then—leaving her to deal with my sauce-covered uniform.
After that I couldn't really face anything except coming back here to my apartment and taking two showers and then hiding under my bed with Opal set to 'search'. Then after school was out and the grounds were pretty much deserted I went for a signal-search walk. Nothing, though. Nothing at all.
You know something, though? Even though today was awful and horrible and definitely the worst day of my life, right now, as I write this, I kind of feel ... clear. Like I can think properly for the first time since I teleported here. Maybe I've been suffering some after effects of the teleportation, a kind of brain-scrambling or something, and that's starting to wear off—which might mean that my powers will come back too! Oh, PLEASE let my powers come back. Then I could just ... just run out of this place. Just flee .
Maybe I should try that anyway. Start walking and don't look back. Or take the first bus out of town, at least until I get an outside signal for Opal.
That sounds like a good plan, actually. Tomorrow is Friday. Then it's the weekend, which means no school. I probably wouldn't even think about going back except for the other Charlotte, I feel so bad about how I treated her, or didn't treat her, or whatever, I wasn't good and I need to make up for that. Besides which I kind of ... I kind of just want to see her again, she's creepy and weird but she helped me when I needed it, she tried to warn me against Veronica and in my worst moment she was the one who guided me to a bathroom and cleaned me up and oh my goodness I was so totally awful to her. I didn't even say thank you, that's pretty much unforgivable.
Okay. So that's my plan. Go to school tomorrow to find Second Charlotte and apologise, then on Saturday I get a bus out of this stupid town, get an outside signal on Opal, and call Mum and Dad. They'll know what to do.
xx48.11.05 / 07:57 / Friday
I spent an hour this morning trying to make my hand go out-of-phase. Result? Nothing. No sign of any of my powers coming back. I didn't have much hope, but last night I kind of felt ... I don't know. I don't have my powers, that's a fact I'm just going to have to live with.
Also spent a ridiculous amount of time this morning trying to find out what kind of shoes Charlotte Two was wearing, I don't know why but I can't get them out of my head. Maybe it's because she wears such weird dull clothing otherwise, but such nice shiny shoes. The local nets are a bit limited, but based on some images and descriptions I got from the local KnowledgeWeb I think they're Derbys (Derbies?) or Brogues—boy's shoes, even though she's definitely not a boy. They didn't LOOK masculine, though, they were rounded at the toes and they had a strap across her perfectly white socks—you know, the more I write about this the more strongly I feel that they're not Derbies (Derbys?) or Brogues at all. Maybe I should just call them 'school shoes' and be done with it. I mean, look at how much I've written about them already, it's probably unhealthy to obsess over someone else's footwear this much, especially when the owner of said footwear isn't even particularly important to you.
Still, she's the only person here who's really spoken to me, apart from stupid horrible Veronica and her stupid horrible friends.
I'm already kind of late for class. I should get going.
xx48.11.05 / 12:54 / Still Friday
No sign of Charlotte II all morning, and she's not in the lunch room. Disappointing. Less disappointing is that there hasn't been any sign of Veronica or any of her cronies either. Actually, now that I look around this lunch room is pretty deserted, not even half the tables have people sitting at
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