Have I mentioned I don't like writing in this journal, yet I like the idea of great grandmother's house sold off and being sent back to the half way house even less. I got the job at the store stocking shelves. It doesn't pay very much, but it should be more than enough to cover the bills, after all it can't be that expensive to maintain great grandmother's property. I spent the rest of my day relaxing at the library. My first day of school wasn't to bad. Two of my classmates are siblings, Tara and Colm Stone. I got home after work and cried when I saw how much the bills were. There was no way my part time job would cover these expenses. In class today Tara mentioned that her mom made money by collecting and selling rocks to the science center. I pulled out the tiny rock I'd picked up after school yesterday and looked at it. Could this small thing be worth anything? Using my court issued phone I sent a picture of it to the science center. I almost dropped my phone when I saw the response; they wanted to give me 1,400 for that tiny speck of rock. After paying the bills, I splurged. Tara had mentioned two break in attempts so I got an alarm installed. I want a way to stay active since there isn't a gym out here so I got a chin up bar. A few days later we had a field trip to the science center, where I learned a little more about what was available for collecting around the island. I was grateful when Tara brought me some winter outer clothes to wear. She and Colm told me how their parents used to do a lot of dumpster diving for furniture, in addition to the collecting. Yeah, I might have freaked out some today. I went to the library after work so I could work on my homework, which has been really hard for me despite being a genius, and instead fell asleep on the seating from exhaustion. Another day another trip to the library. Today I took advantage of the tutoring program and got help with my school work. I love science, history not so much, but science and building stuff yes. It's been a shock for me to realize that the private school I'd gone to before was not teaching proper science, or even proper history. My biggest shock came in health class, when the teacher didn't stand and lecture on the sin of sex, instead she explained how the body works for reproduction. Colm turned redder than his hair during part of the lecture. Hopefully my discomfort wasn't as obvious. It was awkward, but it's nice to have a better understanding of why I bleed every month. Ugh! I have to stand up in front of the class and debate whether teens should be able to drive without lessons first in a group debate. Which now has me wondering if it's worth it to take driving classes through the school. The island isn't that big so a good bike would probably be just as efficient. If Marta was still here I could ask her to teach me how to drive. Although I can barely cover the bills as it is, perhaps the added expense of a car isn't a good idea right now. Then there's the added problem of the mainlands historical society want's me to keep the restoration as historically accurate as possible. They even sent me a bunch of color and fabric information pamphlets. Add to that a notice from code enforcement about the over grown yard. Thankfully we don't have a city hall or police station out here which means I have some leeway before code enforcement comes by again. I think that if I can show progress they'll give me more time to work on the yard. Wow, Colm invited me over to his house. He's such a loner that I'm surprised by how much he talks to me in class. I didn't have tons of time to visit, as I needed to get to work. Mrs. Stone was really nice she told me several places to find good quality gems. Mr. Stone said I should stop the the museum and check out the art studio if I found any gems. Weekend, oh blessed weekend. I am so sleeping in. It's a bonus weekend too, Monday is snowflake day so we don't have school. Wow, I found some really nice gems today thanks to Mrs. Stones advice. I wasn't to surprised to see Tara at the museum with her parents, it's not as if there's to many places to hang out unless you take a ferry to the mainland. Mrs. Stone, who keeps trying to get me to call her Fern, explained how to use the gem cutter. She also explained that it was my choice of which cut gem I donated, and that I could donate the cheapest one if I wanted. By the time I was done cutting the gems I'd collected for the day I'd figured out how to do both an emerald cut and an oval cut. I donated a small gem and sold the rest. I earned enough money to buy a bike, some planters, and a new bed. I wanted to spend more, but saved the rest for the bills that would be coming. As I climb into my new bed I decide that next week I'd like to do my best to clean up the kitchen, and make it as nice as possible. I've also decided that I want to get a half bath installed on the ground floor so I don't have to constantly run upstairs.
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