Entry 2

Alright, journal. A lot has happened. I could tell you how I'm blue now, but I don't really know anything about that. It kinda just happened, sorta like everything about my magic has just kinda happened. It gets worse every day...or better, I don't know which word fits. I'm fucking scared. No I'm not, I'm just annoyed. I want someone to tell me what's happening right now, but I guess it won't be that easy.
 
I'm sitting in Bianka's house right now. Turns out I'm stuck with these losers for a while, so I might as well try not to hate them. They're actually not as bad as they could be. I've met A LOT of stupid fucking people in foster homes. But these people are okay. Plus, Isheema (I think that's how you spell it) really laid into Desmond and Po last night. That was fucking funny.
 
So, no new answers on the sorcerer thing. I still need to follow up on what Bad Mom said about Summersrest. Maybe I'll have time to do that soon. The last few days have been a whirl. I actually just got out of some place called the Undercity. Apparently all the money actually gets made underground, then the rich assholes up here take it? It's pretty fucked up. We met miners who didn't seem to even know any better. I wonder if some of them have even seen sunlight. I guess it really can always be worse. I never believed that when I was sleeping under piles of garbage in the rain. Now I might.
 
I still haven't told any of them what I'm really trying to do here. I'm gonna keep it that way. It's weird. I have money, and food, and a purpose, and people that say they'll protect me. But I still know I can't trust them. Trusting people never helps anything. If I'm going to figure this out, I have to do it myself.