-.29 This entry contains pent up angst.
That damned letter... Lopunny read it over and over to himself, sighing gruffly as he flopped down onto his back on his bed. "...We want you back, we all do. There's plenty of schools down here that are probably just as nice as the one you're going to, plus you'll be closer to your family..," he read aloud, then sat up, tossing it onto his pillow.
He stared at it before throwing his hands into his face. "GRDH..." he growled, before moving his now wet hands away from his face. He..Lopunny, was actually crying now. He didn't want to leave until his years were ended..he couldn't.. But this wasn't the only reason he was crying. He knew his family was oblivious to how his father acted toward him. He knew the truth about what would happen if he went home this time.
He saw his father close to snapping at times, but he turned himself around before being discovered. He's had to lie countless times about the bruises, the beatings, and the random sudden bursts of bawling around his family. Though, inside, he knew his sisters prolly knew about what he was going through.
Lop sighed quietly, untying his silk scarf, staring at it deeply. It was a worn pink, instead of the once bright silky pink he'd remember it being last. Its gotten him through a few rough times, for the better or the worse, and he relied on it to keep him safe. He retied it and decided to just think a bit more about what he'd choose to do.
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H-hey.. Vivian? Uh... There's something I need to talk to you about..
It's real important.
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Hmm..I feel an urge for a carrot smoothie comin' on.....
...Actually now I really want one, it's been a LONG time since I've even attempted to make one. 8w8