I'm writing this down in one of Ren's spare notebooks. It was easy enough to sneak into his room—Seismic Sense makes everything easy. Seriously, I'm just that good.
I wonder if King Bumi, who's said to be the greatest Earth Bender in our time, could do the same thing I can. Maybe I'll brawl it out with him once this stupid war's over.
Ah, Father would never allow that.
Whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I get there. I will have my spar.
I know Ren keeps a journal of some kind; I asked him about it when we were younger. No idea why he still does it; initially it was to "express his thoughts and ideas for his mental health" or something—his words, not mine—but now he says it's just a habit of writing something at the end of the day.
So, here I am. A blind person writing actual sentences instead of in braille. Again, Seismic Sense for the win. Being able to "see" is so convenient. Back then, I had to trace the ink on a paper with my fingers to guess what alphabet it was; now I can simply "see" the indents of the ink instead. The need to write on the ground so I can "see" it is a plus in my books.
Imagine if I had learned Earth Bending way back... Ugh, I don't want to think about Father's and Mother's stupid overprotectiveness right now. I'm here to write about something.
... I don't know what to write.
OK, here's something.
The atmosphere around the estate has been tense recently.
Like, everyone's waiting for something to explode in their faces. Especially Father. His heartbeat's weird. It keeps spiking, then dropping every few minutes. I asked Ren about it the other day while he was braiding my hair, and all I got was this long, complicated sigh.
He didn't even answer my question!
Oh well, I'm sure that the adults will handle it.
I'll just focus on the next Earth Rumble that's coming in the next two weeks. I have to keep my two-win streak from Ren's grubby hands! It's funny how different he really is when he gets into a fight. It really gets his blood pumping—probably because of all the stress that he gets while working as my butler.
Ah, speaking of Ren—He just knocked on my door.
I gotta get to my classes. Bleh, what's the point of flower arrangement when I can just buy them? What a waste of time.
Hmm, it's actually kind of nice venting on a piece of parchment. I guess I'll write more of this when I have the time.
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