(( Yes, his father is dead.))

Dear Journal,

Now that I have the hat safely with me, I tucked it into my pocket, not wanting to leave it again. I bid a farewell to Constance, thanking her once more for finding my hat, then walked back towards the gate.

Back on the street, heading home, I am going to close you until I get home, for I shan't get you dirty or drop you, I'd be most upset.

Until some other time,

~Nathaniel

(( Tacos: Hm, do you want me to do an entry like Genevieve did see Eli, she just didn't have chance to say anything?))

Dear Diary,

I waved goodbye to Nathaniel on his way out, then returned to the stables to tend to the horses. I think I will set you down somewhere safe until I get another break, for you mustn't get dirty now. You are my only friend that I can talk to.

Yours forever and ever,

Connie.

(( Mmk.))

Dear Diary,

I saw the boy again, he was going somewhere. But before I could say one word to the lad, my brother came up and gave me and hug, ushering me along. I bet that looked bad to the boy, but I have not a chance to explain to him.

I do hope I get to see him again, maybe then he'll speak a word or two to me. I plan to make friends with him, as I try with most people I meet.

~Genevieve

Dear journal,

I felt sorry for Penelope. She told our mother that she was feeling better. Our mother said good. Then me and Penelope went outside and mother chewed her out for going outside. I felt horrible for her.

I just got back from an excelent walk with Penelope. We talked and walked. We sat at the park, talking about what we should do for Penelpe's birthday. We're having a suprise party for her.

She's on her way now.

~William

((Okay, so it's like this:

Rowena's palace - Rowena, Constance

Eleanor's palace - Eleanor

Penelope's manor - Penelope, William is there sometimes.

Is that all?))

((so now we are waiting on Feyth to post? o:))

Dear Journal,

I'm back now at the shack, sitting in mum's corner, Patience, Lissa and Catty all behind me.  I won't let them out, my eye is on Mr. Henson across the room, drunk as any I've ever seen.  He's angry, yelling half as much over than the baby, scaring his wife and kids full out of their wits.  I'm the only other boy in this pit of a room and I can't hardly work up the courage to tell him to pipe down, let alone make him do so.  Only if he comes after the girls could I ever do much of anything to stop him.  Stupid, really.

I have only round an hour fore I have to hurry to work, else I earn a bruising off Mr. Walters.  I could at least take the girls somewhere away from Mr. Henson, but what then to do with protecting mum? 

I hate this place, I hate it.  Mum deserves someplace else to get safe and well again.  I hate hearing, "I scah-ed, Jijah." all the time.  Somewhere, somewhere there must be someone what wants to help me and not hurt. 

-Eli

((EDIT:  Meant to add that I just realized Nat and Genevieve's last name is also Walters...not intended to be related, although something about it could be mentioned maybe...?  Trying to add more depth to Eli's problems, let me know if I should be slowing down or something.))