(This is Clem’s private information, and one that none of the other characters know about. Not for use in RP’s, I just saw Fanta’s and through it would be fun) 14th Notebook, Entry 328 Mother told me a long time ago that sometimes it helps to write down your feelings. Since then I have documented my emotions and thoughts in some sort of notebook. Some are left in my childhood home. I wish I could return there at times. And others I remember what awaits me there… It’s better to focus on the now. Better to focus on my friends. Since I’ve met Scott and Jiro, I have felt so much better. But Jiro doesn’t know about my past, and Scott only a fraction. Scott… My best friend. He’s always been there for me, always there to laugh and joke with. But recently something’s changed. He looks at me with a weird look in his eyes. It makes me uncomfortable. Jiro’s still his annoying, lovable self, at least. He’s a bit over-obsessed with Franchesca, though. And Snuggles bit me. So I’m still kind of mad at him for that. Anura and Aven are probably some of the most lovable people I know, tied with Jiro, Anita, and Ace. Fran just ignores me. I can tell she’s sad. I don’t know why. But I can tell. Kuro… just ignores me. Nothing else to add. I guess that’s what you’re supposed to act like when you’re an edgy ninja man. Dwippy is an amazing person, but she’s just so SAD all the time. Makes me feel guilty that I can’t cheer her up. I love them all so much it scares me. I can’t loose any of them, not like I lost mother. I don’t know what I’ll do if any of them are hurt in any way. …Father told me during my training that Aeolus kids are a bit different from other Demigods, besides the more violent mood swings. He told me that every time we are exposed to wind, we gain more power. It’s true. When I first started out, it was so exhausting to just fly a few feet. Now miniature tornadoes form around the room every time I have the slightest mood change. It’s good and bad at the same time. A couple of days ago, I was practicing with my wind alone, until suddenly a had another ‘swing’. Out came a gust of wind. But this one was different. It went wherever it pleased, and I couldn’t control it like I could with normal winds. It eventually flew off. Did I create a living thing? Peace, love, and boules de fromage. - C.L.B (Clementine Lilou Bondurant)
