Holly Short (capthollyshort) wrote,
Holly Short

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A Relatively Good Day . . .

So very sorry I haven't written in a while. When my counselor gets a hold of this book, she's gonna have a fit, but I've just been really, really busy since March. Besides, after this month, I'm not going to see her anymore. I put my foot down.

Yes, that's right, Jasmine. I know you're reading this, and I'm 100% serious. I'm not crazy like Skye, so I'm not dishing out anymore gold for you. By the way, your fees are ridiculous. But don't worry, I've decided to keep writing. I mean, some day people might want to read about how I became the first female LEPrecon officer.

But this is not the point of this entry. The point actually is that I've been very busy. So, I played catch-up for a few weeks, getting notes and learning positions (like I don't already know them all) from a few of my preferred classmates.

Trish and Clover have been a real help, but I think that once they figure out (or hear about - because I don't think they could figure their way out of a paper bag) that I'm going to join the force, they'll dump me. I mean, it's one thing when I'm dancing with them, but it's a whole nother thing for me to go around touting a gun.

Anyway, it's not like I need them anymore. Heh. Just for notes - self-absorbed bitches.

That aside, I was back on track by the middle of March, and began working on my final project. There's really nothing notable to put down during that period. I mean, I had a few fights with Skye about school and my decision - that I am still carrying out, thank you - but other than that, nada.

Moving on -

Tonight was my final recital. Everything went beautifully. If I don't pass with flying colours, I'm going to shoot my professor the minute I'm issued my future gun. When I got off of the stage - all hot and exhausted, mind you - Skye threw herself at me. I could feel her tears on my neck, and for the first time since father died, I really think we connected.

She had been a dancer when she was my age, and I guess, I was living her dream. Or at least, we were living the same one in that moment. Is it possible for me to please both of my parents and be what they both wanted me to be? Perhaps, or maybe one side will have to be buried. Well, I'll deal with that when it comes. I think for now, I'm going to just soak up the fact that I've had a relatively good day, and that I've made my mother proud.
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