Entry 9

Hey journal. We won the tournament, so we're out of the contract now. But I don't know if it matters. Po left. Dranor left. Now we're leaving. I'm sitting in Bianka's place looking at all the boxes. I just don't feel right. I've always been running away, not leaving like a normal person. And I'm not used to people leaving and coming back. I don't know if they're going to come back.
 
Oh well. I'm fucking tired of this place. There's rich assholes everywhere, there's all these rules about how you're supposed to eat and talk and sit, and I don't know any of them. And we're on top of an awful fucking farm where people who have never seen the sun make all the money. I don't want it anymore.
 
Everyone else keeps saying Po's gonna come back. They're not even fucking worried. How do they know? This could be it. We could've just lost him. We should've looked for him. But everyone keeps talking about "the right time" or "having to go for a bit." I guess I don't know what that means.
 
I turn sixteen in a couple days. Somehow, this has been the longest year of my life. I miss a lot of things. I miss Po. But I don't miss Waterswake, and I don't miss Summersrest. So might as well get out of here.
 
At least things were simple before the magic showed up. I don't know how much more confusion I can take.