Fanfic - Vampire High - Diaries, 1/1
Awhile back, I was bored and cut off from my computer, so I set myself the prompt 'diaries' and wrote a bunch of character studies.
Summary: Mimi, Sherry, Malcolm, Nick
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Diary drabbles.
Disclaimer: Vampire High: not my show.
Vampire High Diaries
Mimi
Mimi had a tendency to start and then discard diaries. Well, to start them, anyway -- discard might be a misleading word, considering the way they tended to disappear. Some got lost in moves, or left in hotel rooms, or dropped on the train. Others disappeared in ways she couldn't trace.
It was okay, though. Aside from her name and the occasional doodle, she never left much in the way of personal detail in them. Her pages were filled with what she could see through a window, or what it was like to walk into a crowded grocery store after a night staring sleeplessly out a tour bus window. Sometimes there was poetry, scribbled out with her own symbols for linebreaks and spaces. She never re-read any of it, so when another diary disappeared, she just pulled out an empty notebook and a sparkly pen, titled it Private Journal, and was ready to start again.
Sherry
Sherry had loved keeping a diary ever since her Grandma had given her her first one. She even still had it -- a tiny little book, pale blue, with a gold clasp and a picture of a cat on the cover. It had come in its own special box, tied with an enormous loop of white ribbon, with a pen that had a tuft of matching fur on the end. She'd loved that diary instantly. Within a few months, she'd filled its pages with everything she could, and Grandma had immediately indulged her with a new journal. This one was pink, with glued-on gemstones and a mirror inside.
(Reading over those early diaries after Grandma died was one of the first things that really made her laugh. She'd been so earnest, so sure of herself and everything she wrote.) After those first few her spelling got better, but the gaps between entries got longer and more erratic. The year she was seven she spent a month at summer camp without it, and carefully wrote everything down on looseleaf paper, then sewed it together and looped the string around the appropriate place, to keep it all chronological. The year she was nine she had only five entries, one on her birthday, and four that were long and unhappy. By the time she was thirteen, she'd written about four boys she'd wanted to kiss and one she had -- though he wasn't very good at it. A few years later, when she had moved on to using a dictaphone most of the time, she was sick of playing games with boys her own age. By the time she met Drew she was dreaming, again, of meeting Prince Charming.
Malcolm
Malcolm's diaries were full of observations and speculations. There was actually a pretty good blend of each -- an enormous number of entries were exercises in practical perception. He knew he didn't fit in at Mansfield, and a part of him couldn't help being hurt by that, but another part of him revelled in it. From his slightly skewed position in the social hierarchy he could watch almost anything without getting involved. So he filled his journals with everything he saw, figuring interesting stuff could be hidden in even the most mundane school dramas.
It was only a tiny subsection of that whole mass of retellings that actually sparked speculation for him, but when it did...
He could drag out a description of a pretty girl's hair for a good half-page if he really, really tried. When there was a chance he could be on to something, he could fill entire notebooks with thoughts spun from nothing at all.
Nick
He'd never kept a diary. If anyone at Mansbridge had asked, he'd have told them he had better things to do than scribble about his feelings, like some pre-pubescent girl. And he'd have figured that was a clear enough explanation.
(Nick had never quite figured out that the adults in his life could tell that he found self-reflection too painful to fully acknowledge. Then again, he had known far too few adults for that to matter to him.)