Henri's Journal

[Henrietta Charleston]

Dear Diary,[/b]

Well, they finally sent me away. I honestly don’t think they care if I’m dead or alive anymore. It’s just all about Clarence. Still, I can’t believe how different it is here. It sometimes makes me want to shudder in fear at all the faces, all the sounds, all the change. The only thing keeping me alive right now is Hutch and all the classes I actually enjoy. I started the rehabilitation class, and I can’t believe the way I’m connecting with the horse I’m rescuing- Vie. Still, even with her shining in my dark life, I still feel different. I know it’s not going to be the same, and I just can’t seem to accept it.

Despite this fact however, I realized I do kinda miss the old mansion. Even if I had no friends, and even if I was the least favorite child. I liked it because it was the only world I knew. I realize after coming here, that there are kids that have seen the world in so many different ways. It amazes me and angers me that I have been hidden all my life till now. It angers me even more that I’m actually afraid of this new world I’ve been introduced to.

I have never pushed myself so hard before. I have also come to self-realization. Am I competitive? I have read so many books about the world, hidden in a solidary estate away from existence. Yet, after all I have read, it is nothing compared to living the real thing. There are so many kids in this academy, I can’t even get my head around it. While I thought I was going to make friends like that, it takes much more effort. I think I’m changing as a person as well, as scary as it is, I think it’s for the best. I don’t really understand all of it, other than the fact I’m just kind of clue less. Still, after everyone I’ve met, I haven’t found the bad apple just yet.

Really, to tell the truth, above all – I feel alone.

Henri Marie Charleston

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[Henrietta Charleston]

Dear Diary,[/b]

Well, school has been pretty much repetitive and realize the term “no sleep” to its full extent. I am downright tired, though I think it will get better once my body adjusts to the system of the school. At the moment, no letters have come from any members of my family and I doubt any will. I don’t think I’ll get any letters from my friends either due to the fact I didn’t really have any. Still, I’ll attempt one to the old barn manager with pictures of Hutch and how well he’s being these day. Better yet, I’ll post one of him here.

I have actually met people already, as crazy it sounds. The thing is, the high school is completely different from what I expected it to be. There’s my house mate Sara, who is extremely sweet and helpful. I think she just saved my butt the first day when she showed me where the main things were. I still managed to get late to a few classes, but in general I wasn’t completely dead lost. I have to remind myself to thank her a million times. Also, I met the guidance counselor. He doesn’t seem like a guidance counselor at all.

Well, with my knowledge, what could I know right? Also, apparently they do have files about their students. I don’t know why but I just find this fact pretty cool. I know, lame right? Still, life doesn’t feel too alone, especially with the three horses I get to work with this year. Vie, the rescue horse I’m assigned to is definitely making progress with me every day. I haven’t actually gotten started with Red, the broodmare, but I am extremely excited. I think seeing a real life foal and taking care of the mother as she goes through it will be a real eye opener. The stallion is gorgeous as well. I love how my journal just keeps getting more optimistic. Hopefully, nothing will rain on my parade anytime soon.

I could care less about my stupid parents – (We all know that’s a lie) Oh well… I’m trying to keep my mind off them with the distraction of school. Whatever, this is taking too much thinking. I’m going to bed. Night. Time for some nonexistent sleep.

Henri Marie Charleston

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[Henrietta Charleston]

Dear Diary,[/b]

Sorry I haven’t written a while. A lot has happened. Well, remember the thing I was saying about possibly buying a new horse? I bought one! Dad actually rode in the pick-up with me despite his hatred for it. I decided to make a new journal for the horse I bought because Dad and I made this deal. He said I have to be up and showing with Cisco (that’s the horse’s name) in six months. I can’t believe him! That’s like barely anything. Whatever, I hope I can work miracles with this Warmblood. The poor horse was kept in this tiny stall before he came here and has been looking at me with no interest since he arrived.

Anyway, moving onto the good things. I met this guy. He’s like the resident bad boy, sort of. He’s not really a bad boy. I don’t think so anyway. He’s caused a lot of weird feelings to stir up inside me and it’s scaring me. I’m not really sure what to do with them. I met him in the wash rack and even on the first meeting; he actually took his shirt off! And hey, I hate to admit it, but his abs are drool worthy! Can you believe I’m writing these infatuations down?! I shouldn’t even be thinking about it!

I wonder what Mom and Dad would say if they could see me right now. Uh, the thought of being pulled out of this school scares me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my home sort of, but I’ve actually made some friends. And yes, I admit, I went out for a drink with this girl name Erica. She’s very nice as well, and I think we could be great friends. Ahem, getting back on topic- I really like BRRA. I felt alone before, and I still do feel alone in the whole knowledge area, but not physically.

But seriously, it occurred to me how little I know about kids my age when I was with Kevin in the wash racks. His surprise in my lack of knowledge about girls and flirting, and boys caused me to be quite embarrassed. I really hope people don’t judge because of that, though I’ll try and pretend to know everything. I still haven’t told anyone my age that I was homeschooled before this. Only Gabe and some teachers know. I’m okay with Gabe knowing, it’s kind of his job to know those things. Anyway, that’s all for tonight! Goodnight!

Henri Marie Charleston

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