I dreamt about being home last night. I swear I could almost feel and smell the clean sheets. It felt like a weekend. One of those mornings, when you had a great night’s sleep, a familiar smell wakes you. My mom was in the kitchen making her famous biscuits. I miss those biscuits. I miss the strawberry jam. I don’t know what woke me from my dream, but it was a letdown when I realized it wasn’t real.
Madie
I held a meeting with the residents of Bear Country to discuss what to do about the Central Bobcats and our missing fuel. Asking for the fuel back wasn’t an option, taking the fuel back wasn’t an option, although two people who shall remain nameless thought, we should storm Central and take it back. Can you say Matt and Jonas? We voted this down because of the possibility of casualties on our side. I asked for volunteers to travel to Wolf Valley to acquire more fuel. Pete has decided to increase the number of people on guard duty around campus. Our resources are few and we don’t need to lose anything else.
Madie
I ordered the Runt to stay put in the admin hallway and grabbed some muscle. When I say muscle, I am referring to Matt and Jonas. The three of us ran toward the basement. The basement was a mess, and Tony was on the floor bleeding from his head, and his left eye was swollen shut. Tony opened his good eye as soon as he heard us coming.
“I tried to reason with them.” Tony said as he spit out a mouth full of blood.
“They took all of our fuel.”
Everyone in the admin hall was awake and standing in the hallway.
The Runt tried to squirm out of my hold as he cried. “Tony’s hurt. They beat him up.”
Tony lives in the basement. He has been my friend since before the world turned upside down. He isn’t very sociable these days, but he is very good at fixing and maintaining whatever we break.
I ordered the Runt to stay put in the admin hallway and grabbed some muscle. When I say muscle, I am referring to Matt and Jonas. The three of us ran toward the basement. The basement was a mess, and Tony was slumped against the far wall holding his stomach, bleeding from his head, and his left eye was swollen shut.
Tony confirmed it was Central Bobcats, Xavier’s Goons. I was not surprised.
Madie
There’s trouble in Bear Country.
The Runt came running down the admin hall before sunrise, yelling at the top of his lungs.
“Get up! Get up! They took our fuel! They took our fuel!”
I jumped off the couch and tackled him in the hallway.
“Okay, we get it!” I shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to calm him down. “Who took our fuel?”
Madie
Tate and Kylie from the agriculture club are trying their best to supply us with a variety of fruits and vegetables. An unfortunate accident with a bug infestation has damaged much of their crops. In an effort to keep us from starving to death, the agriculture club has asked for volunteers. They need people to help with the crops. I will be spending much of my time next week helping in the back football field. Oh, joy! It’s not that I mind helping out. I just hate manual labor. Better to help now than to starve later.
Madie
Not a lot happening in Bear Country, things have been quiet for weeks. I am a little bored. Everyone is off doing his or her own thing. I was hoping that maybe I could get someone to play a game of cards, spades perhaps. It is a fun game, but no one was interested. I even asked the Library Trio, Marty, Gretchen, and Cecelia. Day in and day out the three of them sit in the media center and read. Surely, they could use a diversion.
They weren’t interested. Marty said they were doing research. This sounded somewhat interesting so I asked if I could help. They all three looked at me and in unison said “No”. Before I knew what was happening, they pushed me out of the media center. In addition, they added insult by locking the door. Those three are a wealth of information. A little odd and secretive and they are rarely seen outside the library, but they can be immensely helpful at times. I am only a little hurt that they didn’t want to play with me. Oh well, their loss.
Madie
I finally found a new journal to write in. I found it at the market plaza. I paid a hefty price, but I desperately needed something to vent and chronicle my thoughts. You would think a person living inside a school building would have access to paper. Except for the stash, the journal club keeps under lock and key, the only paper in this school is the student records. This paper serves no useful purpose to me.
Madie
