Diary

So I think the people I've been emailing at the school have been talking or at least communicating with Mr. Bio because he mentioned something about angry emails in class today when I was trying to explain to him that I had never heard of what he was talking about. And he was saying it was my fault for not knowing what something was or where it was in the school.
I kind of can't help I had never heard of the technology he was talking about before because no one ever mentioned it. Not a soul. At Art Institute of Atlanta-Decatur we had a thing called a lunch box we used to see a rough test of something before scanning it in the computer.
Apparently this thing, which name I don't remember, is basically the same thing only you can save it and go back and edit order and stuff and it puts it in a Toon Boom file for you.
Though I find it funny that he wasted 5 minutes trying to show me how to add more frames after I had already figured which button he needed to press after he pressed the button to remove frames. I mean it was the button right next to it and yet he keeps clicking the exposure button like that's supposed to do it and then being confused. I found it amusing,  because a similar thing happened the one day he showed me how flash works.
But the fact still remains, if he knows I'm writing emails with my concerns to Dean Dawes, why hasn't Dean Dawes contacted me back? She had to have read the email if she communicated with Mr. Bio about what I wrote her.
It just makes me more annoyed. Do they ever respond? Barb e-mailed me back. We set up meetings to talk. I don't like showing up to meet someone without a meeting. I grew up being told that was rude. Plus,  without an appointment you can't guarantee that someone will be there to talk to.
This place just confuses.
Also I think the only reason he showed me the thing when I asked was because he didn't want me to write another email to Dean Dawes or anyone else. My aunt already wants to know his name so she can talk to the school about what I've been dealing with too. I know she'll actually keep going til she gets an answer, but I don't want to stress her out or make her health worse. So I've been with holding it from her. I still just wish someone would respond to my emails.
Hugs,
Krissie

Disguise Escape

Amelia hummed an old children's song as she walked through the market. Everyone was in high alert looking for her and the Dragon she had made. Her nearly white hair wasn't hard to miss, so they were sure they'd find her in no time. But if she dressed like a nun, her hair couldn't be seen. Sure she was fair skin, but so was sister Martha and sister Claira. Everyone would confuse her for one of them or another sister. The basket she carried with both hands appeared to contain a huge load of laundry. Though hiding in the mass of clothes was her pet dragon. Though he was only the size of a dog, he was still pretty heavy. She struggled to carry it to the laundry mat, but she couldn't risk anyone else carrying the basket. If the dragon let out a growl at anyone carrying the basket, she would be found out.
She smiled I relief as the laundry mat came into view. She walked inside and smiled at the man at the counter. She walked to the back and peaked out the small window. Her truck was still there. Untouched. She looked back and saw the attendant busy with a magazine. She pulled out clothes and placed the in a washer. The Dragon looked up at her with large eyes. She held her finger to her mouth as a single not to make a sound. She carefully wrapped him in a blanket and picked him up like a child. She dumped the rest of the clothes in the washer. She looked back up to make sure the attendant wasn't looking and slipped out the back door. She closed it soft and slow so it wouldn't make a sound. She got into the truck and placed the Dragon in the seat beside her.
"Stay down till I say so," Amelia whispered. She pulled the keys out of the robe's pocket and started the car. It wasn't the best car, but she only needed it to get out of the town. She started the car and drove away. She glanced in the mirror to see that only two people looked up at her truck, but went about their day after a quick glance at the loud engine.
"I've never been happier to own such a plane looking car," Amelia laughed in relief.

Diary

I went by the registration office on my School to ask who was the head of the animation department. They never answered me. Instead they gave me the class registration sheet that I've already filled out before. I'm so frustrated with them. Why can't you answer my question?
My classes start at 3 and end at 6. They're closed by the time I get out at 6. And then I normally have work before school... ugh... so eh.
The Art Institute of Atlanta is just awful. I really don't want to be here anymore.
I've begun drawing comics of me committing suicide. That's not a good sign for my mental health and I know it.
I actually had one person tell me to stay since I only have 2 classes left. But how can I make a portfolio of animation in 22 weeks when Mr. Bio keeps sending me back to the storyboards because they're not good enough and then have him upset about the lack of animation I have when he's the one who told me to do one step at a time in the animation process. It's frustrating! That person actually told me to just ignore me and make my stuff.
I actually like that idea because he's no help anyway. I do just wanna make my own things but if it's not what the Art Institute of Atlanta wants, then there is a high chance they won't accept it and that upsets me.
What's the point of even staying in this unhealthy place?
Hugs,
Krissie

A rainy night

Laying bare my heart, the sky is a deary grey, but I don't mind. The wind's been blowing for hours, causing the window shutters to clatter. Trees brushing against the house create such an odd scratching sound.
It's different then what it was like at the church were I grew up. There was always a soft chatter. The nuns would read the bible softly. Others assuring the children afraid of the rain and thunder that it was all ok.
"We'll have beautiful plants thanks to God's rain."
I smiled at the memory of Sister Bertha's statement. It was such a cute statement. It always brought me a chuckle.
My new home was nothing like the church. It was two stories with a basement. It was just me. The awkward silence was weird, but I also found it welcomed.
A soft sneeze broke me out of my thoughts. I glance at the small creature curled up on my bed. He was curled up in the sheets.  He was about the size of a puppy now.  He twitched in his sleep and I placed my hand on in his head.
"Ssh. .. It's alright. Just a storm. It's going to be okay." I assured the creature. A part of me still couldn't believe I had created this animal. It was so small and fragile, and yet it wasn't a normal occurrence in this world. I had made this creature in the basement with made science. If any of the sisters knew what I had done They would label me a witch and take this creature as an abomination against God.
I feared that. Would they treat him cruelly?  Would they kill him? I didn't like any of those notions. They made me afraid.
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Krissie: a little bit of a story about dragons I wanted to revisit.

Kiss on Cheek (ShadAmy Fanfic)

Shadow stared at the script in his hands. "What's the point of this?" He turned to the pink hedgehog.

"It's a script for a play," Amy arranged the puppets on the table. "It'll keep the kids entertained."

"And I have to help with this?" Shadow stared at the script like it was something gross.

"Yes," Amy nodded. "They don't want you too close to the kids after the climbing incident."

Shadow grunted. "They're the ones who wanted to climb trees. I just left them."

"When they refused to come down you chaos speared one of them." Amy arched an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't hit him. It only went passed them." Shadow defended.

"You scared them all so bad that one fell and broke his leg," Amy stared at him with a blank face.

Shadow shrugged as he stared at the script. "So why does the girl in the tower randomly kiss the knight?"

"As a thank you for saving her," Amy explained, "It's a common thing for girls to kiss guys who save them from danger on the cheek."

"Even in real life?" Shadow asked.

"Yep!" Amy beamed.

Shadow stared at the pink hedgehog before turning back to the script. "So how many times have you kissed Sonic for saving you?"

Amy blushed. "No," she shook her head, "Sonic would never let me kiss him."

Shadow nodded, "So is that why no one kisses me on the cheek?"

Amy turned bright red. Shadow found the reaction amusing. "They probably think you'll chaos spear them if they do."

Shadow crossed his arms. "That is a fair point. I dislike most contact with people, but I wouldn't spear you Rose."

Amy let out a nervous chortle as she finished the last of the puppets. "I think baking you chocolate cake is a better show of my thanks for saving me."

Shadow frowned. "Are you afraid of kissing someone on the cheek, Rose?"

Amy turned bright red. "It's embarrassing isn't it?" She threw up her hands in a gesture. She took the puppets and placed them in the proper spots on the small stage. "Let's just run through the play once before we preform for the kids."

Shadow hummed as he walked over to her. He bent down and picked up a puppet. He put his hand inside and made the puppet do a weird dance. He then tugged on a soft pink quill.

Amy turned to him and arched an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?" She mumbled as he tugged a little harder.

"I want you to come here."

Amy rolled her eyes. Shadow loved to be bossy. She scooted over to him. "What is it?" She tilted her head to look up at him.

Shadow leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek. Amy froze as safe felt heat rush to her face. Shadow slowly pulled back and whispered in her ear, "That's an appreciation for all the times you've saved me."

Amy stayed staring down. All she could see where the little puppets lined up on the stage.

Shadow's ear twitched as he pulled back from the pink hedgehog.  "Excuse me while I silence the witnesses." A few small eeps were heard as Shadow dashed off into the air. Amy could hear the footsteps of the little spies running away, but Shadow quickly caught them.
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Krissie: I wanted to write a cute ShadAmy fabric. I hope you enjoy it.

luce Pam

KRISSIE: So my body is shedding it's uterian lining, so now I'm writing some Luce and Pam goodies.

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Luce fidgeted his fingers. He wasn't expecting to see Judas today. Judas was a demon like Luce. But even it came to caliber, they were two different breeds.

Luce hadn't had work in nearly half a century. His orange eyes and anime boy hair didn't help him look like a demon either.

Judas was big and buff. It was like he was always working out. His hair was combed back and shiny from some jell. His golden eyes had black whites and could place feat in anyone. Plus, he was really popular and always had work. He was barely able to come to any of the demon gatherings they had.

"Hey," Luce finally choked out. "What brings you here?"

"I heard you finally got work, so I came to see how it was going." Judas smiled. His fangs with an ivory white.

"Thanks," Luce nodded.

"So how is it going?" Judas mused, "They didn't mistake you for some Goth kid, did they?"

"Kind of..." He rubbed his arm, embarrassed. "But I've got it all cleared out now."

"That's good. So what did this job In tell?" Judas leaned in with excitement, "Killing someone? Torture? Making someone go insane?"

"Uh..." Luce let his eyes wonder on the ceiling for an answer.

"Luce have you seen my hair brush?" Pam's voice echoed through the house.

Judas stood still with a confused look. Luce could only cringe.

"Well?" Pam opened the door to the bathroom. She froze as she stared at Judas. "Please tell me you aren't planning on filming gay porn while I'm at work today."

Luce snorted at the comment. He tried to stop but more laughes just come tumbling out of his mouth. He finally fell to his knees laughing. Judas just stared at Pam.

Pam was a curvy 20 something by the looks of it. Her hair tumbled over one of her shoulders. She wore a loose tan top that he could see every detail of her chest through it. Her lower half was cover by a pair of pajama pants with cats on them.

"Kinky job, huh?" Judas turned to look at Luce who was fighting to stop his laughter on the floor. "I never thought you would be a demon people would summon for sex."

"Whoa!" Luce stopped laughing. "That's not what this is."

"I'm not judging y'all, but he's not my type," Pam stated as she walked around the room looking for her hair brush.

"Then what kind of job is this?" Judas helped Luce off the floor.

"My summoning circle was used as a design for feminine products." Luce spoke rapidly. "Pam," he gestured to the woman, was wearing one of them. Her blood on it summoned me and I came. Now I'm doing whatever she wants for the next 7 or so days."

"So she's on her period and you became a butler?" Judas tried to grasp his brain around it.

 

update on art institutes

So I emailed Dean Dawes, who I was told I needed to bring my concerns up too again. I still haven't heard from this person. Pretty sure they're ignoring me because it's been a week since the first email and I sent the second this Monday or Tuesday.

Warning to ask people looking to attend the Art Institute of Atlanta: Don't. Just don't. They're not a good school to go to. Go some where else but there. I wouldn't even recommend any of the Art Institutes.

I'll let you know if anyone even bothers replying to me.