Fanon:The Pleasant Diaries

The unpleasant diaries of the Pleasants, and how they come to strength and love rather than vice and isolation.

Mary Susanne Oldie Pleasant: Spring 5th, 2010
I'm trying to write smaller in my new diary. It's much more efficient, and everything runs on efficiency, so I make everything efficient: my work hours, my work methods, and how I spend my time when I get home. That promotion should arrive any day now, but I've got to time myself right...Meaning, hurry. Really, I wouldn't have this diary at all (time-consuming) but I can use it as a reference and never forget anything. Ordinary mothers, wives and workers waste so much time forgetting. Take today, for instance. I did not forget to turn in my report to the boss promptly at nine, I did not forget to open up the new files at nine-thirty, and when I got home, I did not forget to write in here. I did forget Lilianna  Lilith's lunch, but I'm sure my precious Angela shared some of hers. One moment, Daniel is talking to me.

As I was saying, before I was interrupted...Angela's so, well, angelic. I can only hope the other one doesn't become a bad influence. I've put up with Lilith for a long time, but only Angela makes it bearable. Well, I have to turn in for the night if I'm to get up at a quarter to seven tomorrow. I love my job.

Daniel Pleasant’s Journal: Spring 5, 2010
Today wasn't so bad. It's just one of those days when you can look around at the past days, look out at the gorgeous spring day, and think, it could be a heck of a lot worse. And it could. My thankful list for today: I hardly saw Mary. I don't mean to sound like an awful husband, it's just that it's easier to not need her when I don't have to look at how pretty she still is. I know I still miss her, and I still feel really guilty about my fling with Kaylynn, our part-time maid, but it's hardly my fault I haven't confessed, Mary-Sue doesn't have the time to talk about it. We've changed a lot since our honeymoon in Sunlit Tides. But anyway, thankful list. That's what this journal's for. Lilith's detention lasted longer than usual, and when she got home she just went straight to her room, doing who-knows-what. Work went pretty well. Another thankful thing is Angela. She's like the axle this family turns on. I don't know what we'd do without her--which is why I must admit I just don't love Lilith. She keeps picking on her perfect sister and I just keep praying she doesn't upset the family balance. Well, I'm going to go try to talk to Mary, then probably go sleep on the couch so she doesn't see how disappointed I always am every single night, if she even cares--Nope, being positive. Positive and thankful, positive and thankful.

Angela Marie Pleasant, Spring 5, 2010
Today was just perfect. Me and Dustin had a really good date after school, and he didn't say a single bad word in the theatre. The day after tomorrow is my birthday! I'll be a little closer to adulthood. I tried out fried fish for dinner, and everybody liked it...Well, except for Lilith. She  just stayed in her room, but I think I gave her enough of my lunch to keep her from starving. Oh, no, she hardly ate that either. I feel so sorry for her, just sitting in her pain all the time. She starts by fighting with me. Then she fights with teachers at school. Then she fights with Dirk. Then she comes home and fights with Mom and Dad. She's just a concrete rebel under perpetual hailfall. I hope she doesn't break. She really is bright, and she might just be able to make it if she doesn't die young. Okay, I really need to cheer up now. I'm going to go listen to Taylor Swift and do my homework.

Lilith’s Journal: KEEP OUT! Spring 5th
I wrote another poem today. I'm going to post it on Writer's Circle/Poetry/Anger when Mom stops using the simmed computer. Simmed workaholic. Simmed spoiled child. Simmed cheating dad. Anyway, here's the poem. I'm too angry for normal-person words.

Anger in droves, Frustration in piles. Running for years, Running for miles. Tired and angry, Empty and alone, Sitting in this weak, False-smiling home. A mother who works, A father who cheats, A sister like Juliet, And I'm dead on my feet. Mother thinks I don't care, Father thinks I don't know, Sister thinks he loves her, But I've got feelings not to show. I scream, I run, I writhe, I'm done. I am so done.

But of course, I'm not. Still too young to be done with this horrible gauntlet they call "the good old days". Adolescent life is torture devised by society who don't like that people at their physical best can also know the most.

Mary Susanne Oldie Pleasant: Spring 6th, 2010
I had a close call at work today. There was a whole bunch of paperwork that I was supposed to prioritize for my boss, and there were some speeches among it that he was supposed to edit. I was about to ask Jamie, my fellow worker (well, she isn't now, but that's not the point) if she thought I should edit them for him, when she asked the same thing! Well, I'm a busy woman, so I agreed, and she edited them. Well, it turned out she made some major mistakes that could've had horrible consequences if they hadn't been spotted. She was fired. But anyway, I was looking at the mistakes, and I saw how many I might've made myself! So it was a very close call. But in family news, dear little Angela is looking a little pale in the face and dark under the eyes. I hope she's alright. Well, of course she's all right! She's probably just wondering about her birthday and whether or not she should invite people. It's tomorrow, and she's growing so fast! But she does get overwrought about invitations because there are people she doesn't want to come, but she hates to offend people. Oh, Lilith doesn't seem to be too excited either, but she never is. She's got no emotion.

Daniel Pleasant's Journal: Spring 6th, 2010
Oh, sim it. It happened again. My fling with Kaylynn is becoming an affair. This is the third time we've got together. Every time she comes over and tries to pretend that nothing's happened, but the tension just keeps growing and then we find ourselves sneaking off together. The girls came home in the middle of it, too. They didn't catch us, but it was nerve-wracking. I need to take a shower and just sit in my room reading.

Angela Marie Pleasant, Spring 6, 2010
I feel so horrible. I've been trying so hard to be cheerful, because my family needs me to be. I feel so betrayed right now. By Lilith for showing me, and by Dad for doing it, and by Mom for not being there when we all need her to be. Lilith had been sent home from school early, and when I came home fifteen minutes later to check on here, there she was, sitting outside Dad's bedroom door. I asked what she was doing, and she gave this grim, messed-up little smile and said, "Sit down and see what Dad's been doing. I bet you'll listen now." So I sat down, and I could hear--I can't write about it anymore. But what Lilith's always been saying about how horrible this family is is true, and I won't fight with her about it anymore. This family is utter trash. I tried to sleep, and I just had a nightmare that there was a psychopath in a cloak with a gun in the house. I ran around trying to wake everyone else up, but there were just more cloaked people. Eventually all three of them cornered me, and then they put down their hoods and they were my family. And they shot me.

I'll never sleep again.

Lilith's Journal: KEEP OUT! Spring 6th
I feel like a glitch. I just traumatized my sister. I heard her muffled screaming from her room when she tried to sleep off the horror after I had her listen to Dad cheating on Mom. I swear, I could blow up this whole house and never look back. I'd just keep running, and running, and running, and running, and running...