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‘Dear Diary,
Wow, I feel like I’m thirteen again writing in this old thing! It’s been forever! But I have a lot I need to say, and all of it is more serious than any of the boy problems I had when I was younger.
Well, Mom’s evil, which honestly isn’t surprising. I haven’t told Meenah yet, because she’ll be the one to scream and shout about it. That’s definitely not safe for either of us, but I do plan on convincing her to take me on a summer trip with her friends so I can tell her then.
Karkat told me everything a few days ago. He’s safe at home, and I think Gamzee and Kurloz single handedly destroyed The Felt by killing Lord English, so he won’t be in anymore trouble with them. But the Protectors of Alternia will catch onto him sooner or later.
The more I think about it, the crazier everything seems. I’m so confused. It all seems so surreal, like it’s happening in a weird dream, and I’ll wake up and laugh about it with Sollux. But no, it’s real, and everyone is getting prepared. Gamzee’s Dad actually came back home. He won’t tell us why, but I’m willing to bet he knew something was wrong. I’m the only one of my friends to have met Mr. Makara, and he’s terrifying. He’s old friends with my mom. She told me that he used to be the Grand Highblood when she was the Condesce. That sounds like a load of bullshit, if I’m being completely honest, but purple bloods live very long, and he looks savage enough to play the role of a ruthless murderer. But anyway, when he thinks something is wrong, something is very, very wrong. The last time he came back home without any warning or explanation, some suicidal human shot up a school. It was a few miles away from the private school Gamzee goes to.
I guess what I’m doing here is just venting. Everything is going to get out of control soon. That’s the way things work with my friends. I’m waiting for some big event soon. I’m terrified someone is going to die. Karkat got so close to being killed, and Gamzee and Kurloz quite literally threw themselves into danger. Anything can happen.
I just want everyone to be safe. I trust Karkat to do everything he can to change everything unfair in Skaia, but I also have known him long enough to know he’s impulsive, hot headed, and doesn’t always have the best idea. But he’s also the one with the most involved, so I know he will take it seriously. Old legends from Alternia always said mutant bloods were gifted speakers who could twist their words and make masses of ignorant and uneducated trolls follow their criminal ideas. That’s a load of highblood propaganda if I ever saw any, but there is some truth. The Signless was the best speaker I ever heard, and he was a gifted leader. I see some of him in Karkat.
I heard a door slam downstairs. Either Meenah got home and is reverting back to teenage rebellion, or Mom had a bad day at work. With the crime scene of Lord English’s death and trying to cover up the Makara’s involvement, I’m willing to bet it’s the latter of the two. I need to go now, and hide this. If she sees anything here, it’s all over.’
Feferi closed her diary and hid it beneath her mattresses. Cliche, yes, but she would only keep it there for a few days. Her mom never really searched her room. She was more worried about whatever designer drug Meenah had stashed in her dresser.
Shit, they had already gotten into a screaming match? Meenah had a personal vendetta against their mom for some reason she never remembered. Meenah was stubborn, but their mother was powerful, especially when her voice seemed to shake the very walls of their ginormous house.
Feferi closed her door and sighed. This was a solid distraction, if a depressing one. Nobody would care if she slipped out. Her mother trusted her to be the good daughter. Making up her mind, she decided to move her plan along. She would mail the entry tonight.