The Diary of Frances Crawford

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PROPERTY OF FRANCES LENORA CRAWFORD

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presented to me by Mama and Father, April 19th, 3145[/center]


[The first several pages are missing; the next thirty or so are dutiful journal entries before it appears that the author grew tired of such a hobby. Now, she writes letters to a mysterious "Henry", yet for some reason has sent none of them. (The author also apparently has never been good at spelling.)]

October 6th, 3147

Dear Henry,

I’ve only been here five days and, thank the good Lord, it’s already feeling like home. It’s a positivly splendid place! It’s rather drab, honestly, but there are so very many rooms and floors and sunlight streams through the windows, which brightens things up and makes the school sparkle. I manage to get lost nearly every day, but I’m learning my way. Oh, oh, and there’s a lake outside! You would love the lake, Henry; I’ve alredy asked permision to set up my garden beside it. I haven’t much there yet, but I’m planting seeds as quickly as I can and tending to them each day. I planted some yellow rhododendrons just for you; I no they are your favorite.

I have already met some very nice people, but unfortunatly I’ve also met some rather unappealing people. I no you always told me that not everyone would appreciate my “charming fashion of speaking”, as you’d say, but I just can’t understand why not everyone wants to be friends. Yes, yes, Henry, I know I’m naive (you taught me how to spell that horrible word, remember?), and now that I’m sixteen I should be maturing, I know, but... You know me!

Oh, there are some particularly intresting people that I’m sure you’d want to know about, you nosey thing! We just had a ball, actually, this big grand colorful affair that was actually very fun, and I met some people there. I danced with a fellow named Berit, he seems kind; I also danced with a Dorian Something-or-Another who clearly didn’t like me very much. I tried to talk to him, but he seemed to be otherwise ocupied. I don’t know about all the little “cliqes” (cliques? Is there a u there?) here yet, but there seem to be very many, and this Dorian seems to be in a very high-ranking one. No matter. I’ve made friends with Sander–you would like him, he’s very intelligent like you, not a birdbrain like myself!–, and an Ara girl likes gardening, so she is automatically a lovely person! There’s also a girl named Cicily here whom is talked about very frequently, but I haven’t spoken to her much personally. I know, I know– it’s a miracle, me not speaking to someone enough!

I miss you more each day, my dear friend, and don’t dare you forget me while I’m away! I think of you often. I promise that this shan’t be the only letter I write to you. Tell Augustine that I said hello, and please check up on Duchess every now and again. You know that my parents have no love for horses.

Much love,
Fran ♥[/font]

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[The author has not written another letter since the one previously posted. However, if one thumbs through the diary, they will find a photograph acting as a bookmark:

Written in black ink upon the back of the photograph, obviously in the author's own handwriting, is "Me and Henry", yet there is a line through it; in a darker, heavier hand, yet much neater, is "Henry and I". There is no date listed.]

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October 14th, 3147

Dear Henry,

I miss you The entire family is coming for a tea party at the school! Well, alright, I exagerate-- almost everyone is coming. Poor Olivia is ill, and Nathan is staying home to care for her. Everyone else is here, though, and I'm sure they all send there love. I'm actualy writing this sitting at the table in the gardens, so it might have to be shorter than[/font]

This is Jenny, stealing dear Lenny's notebook from her hands, and[/size]

usual. I'm sorry; I promise a longer letter later! (:

Sometimes I wonder ifI miss you very much! How is everything going with you? I think of you every moment every day and I love and I hope you think of me, too! (But if you don't, I understand; maybe you wish to make your company with more inteligent people then myself! haha).

[Here the ink becomes smudged and impossible to read. The ink of the next sentence looks as if it was written some time later.]

Why did you leave Please don't I
Much love, Fran ♥

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[Somewhere near the center of the book is pasted another photograph; beneath it and continuing onto several pages is what appears to be a conversation between two people.]



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Ooh, something the all-knoing Henry dosn't know, hmm?

Ah, I don't appreciate your tomfoolery. (: Come on, tell me. While you're at it, please have no qualms about explaining to me why we are conversing through your diary when we are sitting right beside each other.[/b]

Wait, wait, I'm enjoying this moment! Somthing you don't know that I do.... Fine, fine you don't have to tackle me, you monster! haha. I tooke it two days ago, when we where at dinner. And we are converseing through my diary becase it is fun, despite that being a forin [/size]foreign concept to you.[/size]

Was this before or after the engagement was unceremoniously announced?[/b]

Before; I certinly certainly wasn't takeing pictures after that.[/size]

You should have given the camera to me; your face was absolutely radiant. You were glowing. It was beautiful. You were also blushing rather heavily, but I daresay I'm accustomed to that by now... Oh, who's the monster now, you foul attacking fiend! [/b]

Oh, get over it, it was a punch in the arm, and I have no strength what-so-ever! And you think I'm that delited to be becoming your wife?[/size]

Well, either that, or you were glowing in horror and appallment, but I've never heard of such an instance. [/b]

Lord Above! Was that wittyness I just heard from you, Sir Henry? And... I'm very delited, actually. But... I'm also frightend. [/size]

I have my moments, thank you! And why are you frightened?
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Thank you for deterring momentarily from this conversation to speak to me aloud. Scarlet, you will be nothing less than an exemplary wife-- you are everything that anyone could possibly hope for in a life companion. You are intelligent (don't give me that look; it's true), you're beautiful, you're funny, your outlook on life is staggeringly optimistic... And you are my best friend.
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But marrage, Henry-- we're so... Young and naive and marrage is just so... Adult! And I'm not made to be a wife, not yet, I'm fourteen and stupid and can barely take care of myself, let alone you and... Children, Henry, we're going to have to have children! I'm still a child myself! You to. [/size]

You will be the best wife and mother in the history of marriage and parenthood, Scarlet; this I can assure you. I am going to take care of you, so please don't worry about that, and if I fail, I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. Children will certainly.. Be added into the equation eventually, but our parents aren't expecting any additions to the Wakefield or Crawford broods just yet. Anyway, I'm technically no longer a child; I'll be nineteen next week.


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..What do you want for your birthday, anyway? [/size]

Nothing. I've already received it.
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What? [/size]

You.
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((Note from Javvy: I have no idea what day it actually is, so I'm just going to be following Yuki's dates in Peter's diary. xDDD so that there's some degree of order, I guess?))

November 1, 3147

Dear Henry,

Hello from best friend Scarlet again! (: It's been a while, unfortunatly, but I've had nothing inspireing me to write; I hope you don't mind. Certainly you've managed to keep yourself entertaned, hmm? Edmund loves you; he's probably been nagging you every day to go and play with him or somthing. I apologise for him. He thinks of you as a big brother, though, which, I suppose, is good, considering that were going to be...

Oh, pooh, weve been on that subject far to often. Let me ramble on and on and on and on about somthing else for once, yes? Okay! (I wonder if youre actualy reading these or just throwing them away, knoing how I never shut up? Uh-oh!)

Let's see...

OH! Oh oh oh oh Henry they found a-- a body in the lake today! Can you belive it? A body! It was sum poor, poor girl who went to Florence's... A face I hadn't mannaged to meet yet. Isn't that horible? I feel so bad, that I'll never have a chance to meet her... I wonder what she was like? What a terible thing to happen to someone so young-- [/size]

[From here on out, the author's handwriting becomes slightly less composed; her last sentence is nearly illegible, as if her hand had begun shaking violently.]

And she was so young, Henry... younger even then me, and I'm still a baby!... Oh, Henry, I try not to hate, Mama always told me not to, but I hate death so much that it hurts. Am I alowed to? Surely hating death is okay, because it's feelings cannot be hurt... But, Henry, I just--

Death took It can't She reminded me so much of

I love you.

I'm sorry for that. I miss you. I can't bear to write any more.

Love Fran[/size]

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[The author's handwriting is messy and nearly illegible, as if she were writing very quickly. Some of the words are strung together in her haste. Later, the words were vehemently crossed out.]

November 6th


Dear Henry

I don'tknow how much longerI can do this, it's just getting so hard, youknow? It was easier back home when people knew--or knewmost of it anyway--but now that I'm here no one knows and it'sjust so hard... People are allredy begining to no me as the happy joyful sunshiny girl and I don'tno if I have enoughenergy to keep up this exterier...

Sometimes I just wish that you were here and sometimes I think you are... I've starteddreaming abot you, Henry, thats how much Imiss you and Iwonder what your doing and I wonder if

I dont even no what I'm saying anymore.

Pleasedon'tleaveme.

I love you.

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[The bottom corner appears to have been ripped out, but this remains visible:]

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