Angel Grove Net

Beating your big brother over the head with his own violin is wrong, and yet...and yet...

If I have to listen to motherfucking Spring one more goddamned time. Can we just...sell him to the conservatory? I mean he's not going to notice we're not there.

And school is NOT happening this year no matter what my parents think. If I have to break my neck to get out of it, if I have to DIE to get out of it, I will.

I'm not scared, I'm just...not going. Really.

Not as brave as Enjolras or Perre and definitely not Dad or 'Toine. So...

It does figure that all Hell breaks loose right when I finish up being grounded for six months, doesn't it?
Still nowhere I'm allowed to go, with a moody brother who's currently pissed at our parents since he's grounded "forever", stuck in a brace, and not allowed to keep the summer plans he'd made because of it. I sympathize with the king of petulance, I guess, but I totally predicted it was going to turn out this way a couple weeks ago, now didn't I?

No, I didn't end up being the one to tell them what was going on. I probably should have, since I'm that good of a sister, but it's hard to know where to draw the line as far as all of this is concerned, you know?

[Locked from Antoine]

I might have been the one who told my godfather, who told Pere, who told Dad and Enjolras, but...I couldn't just let my big brother be totally stupid either, right? God, but he'd hate me if he knew..

[End Lock]

But so, assuming this all blows over at some point, does anybody want to do anything now?

So then tonight at supper, Dad turns to all of us, half lady finger poised on his fork and very calmly asks the lot of us what we would think if he were to ask about the kind of magic that could "make me a lady for several months so we can have a baby". Enjolras blinked, and Pere started choking on a frai...On a strawberry, I think you call them? Anyway. Seriously. Dad proceeds to explain his reasoning as follows:
1. Pere's got his chronic illness going, so it can't be him to have the baby, and 2.Enjolras has a weakened heart and just had a scare so it can't be HIM, but either one of them can "contribute"(...seriously, ew, Dad, thanks for THAT) and 3. He'd make the prettiest girl and have the most attractive baby. I don't...


Considering that I already feel like I'm babysitting my idiot older sibling and trying to keep him from hurting himself...I don't actually know how I feel about it. I mean, we're not exactly baby safe around here, even if I do love them and wouldn't mind a brother or sister, really. I'm just...not sure I'm so great at being even a little sister these days, so... I don't know, internet. I've got a question about all that though.

When is it really really bad to actually keep the secret you told your brother you would keep your parents and uncle from finding out about? I mean, physical injury is becoming a regular thing now, and it's definitely mentally wearing on him but...

I need him to like me right now too. I mean, since he started school and since I got grounded this winter, we haven't been as close as we used to be, and this definitely is the kind of thing that would get him in a lot more trouble than my six month grounding did. I don't want to be the one to put him in that situation, but I'm honestly pretty scared.

And I think I got one of Pere's sick headaches the more I think about it.

Help?

Right honestly. I've a question for...well everybody here, really, I suppose. I can accept that parents feel the need to punish you when you fuck up, since it's meant to teach you things and make you a responsible adult and all. And I can understand that I have it a LOT better than some people and that my dads and stepdad all care about me and want the best for me and that's why they feel the need to be kind of harsh when I do major stupid things. But uh seriously.

When does being grounded go from being a punishment that's supposed to make you think about what you did wrong and inspire you to do better next time, to being incredibly oppressive and really rather unfair? I mean, I've been grounded since Christmas, or rather, just before it, and I'm still grounded until July. Doesn't that seem, well, a little excessive to anybody else?

I mean I've even mostly stayed out of trouble this whole time too. Is it worth petitioning for a sentence reduction for good behavior? Especially when I was doing what I HAD to and literally had no other choice than do what I did if I wanted things to work out for me?

I'm annoyed and pretty confused right now, let me tell you. I am going insane, I think. HELP. Seriously.

So. There's a LOT of new people coming in here. Especially a lot of new girls who are between the ages of like, thirteen and eighteen, and I don't know most of the people who got here before that very well at all. Maybe that needs to change a little. I'm still kind of grounded but it's been four months now and I THINK I could talk my dads out of it if I tell them I want to meet and hang out with new people, since my counselor says I should start trying to do that a little, and where I feel safe.

Does anybody think, if I got permission to have the teenage girls from all of Angelnet come over that you'd like to come? I DO happen to live in Paris, and my big brother, who goes to the Conservatory has taught me a lot about the city and the best places to go. We could all have a lot of fun, I think, if anybody wanted to.

Oh, and I'm Sandrine and I'm fourteen, if anybody wondered. I like music and poetry and going to concerts and shopping and things like that too. It's nice to meet ALL of the new people here!

...Hello?

It seems like I've fallen back in history? Well, not my parents' original time exactly, but things look like they were in some of the old television shows? It looks sort of like when the retro channel ran episodes of The Bang Theory and the 12th Doctor Who back when the doctor was a man?

Well, the normal world part of Doctor Who before they rebooted the entire thing at least. But anyway, if somebody could help me find anyone here who knows my family, maybe? I take it that they won't know me, but my name is Fleur Pontmercy. My girlfriend best friend is Cera Dashing and I have a lot of honorary cousins and uncles who ought to know me too. Can anyone point me in the right direction, either of someone I know, or somewhere I can stay?

Okay. Bitches are in this school. I can't believe how bitchy they are. But it's okay. I am not going to take shit.

At the 10 week mark, this grounding thing IS getting pretty old by now. I don't regret what I did, but it IS still getting old. June, and summer, when this is due to end, can't come fast enough for me.

If they hadn't taken away all my books and the music I listen to, and my game accounts until June too, at least it wouldn't be that bad. But as it is...

Yeah. Stuck for now, I guess.

Guess who wound up grounded for the Christmas holidays and probably into the next at least a couple months?

It was completely worth it, and yes, Pere, Dad, and Enjolras, I am quite proud of myself, thank you for inquiring.

The first battle is fought and won, and long as the war is likely to be going on, I will continue fighting, and, so far, winning.

It's almost as if they've forgotten who's daughter I am, and the fact they kind of played straight into my hands here.

I can live with what's happened and of course I do not hate them, or anything like that. In fact, my dads are usually pretty great, and I still love them and everything. It's just that something more important than their wants and needs came up, and I had to stand up for mine. If it means drawing lines in the sand, then there's my line and I'm happy enough to keep it there.

I am sorry I manipulated Uncle Marius into my plan, because it put him in a tough position, but other than that, I don't regret any of this for a second, even knowing what the outcome is. Disappointing my parents is one thing, but there has to be a point I take care of myself too.

I hate it here, I want to go home. To my home.

Where they accept I can't be like them, and let me do my own fucking thing.

SO, anyone on here with a passing knowledge of the French Education System who wants to help a girl get one over on her unreasonable and unfair parents?

frères et sœurs v parents.

Round one: frère et sœur: 1 Parents: 0

Throwing up on our school tour guide may have been absolutely disgusting, but it reinforces the idea that I cannot, should not, and will not be going there, or anywhere else in the near future.

I can win their idiotic, stupid battle and insistence that I go to school yet.

I may have pere's blood, but I am my papa and dad's daughter as well, and I have certainly learned my techniques from the best of them. Le Reistance lives on!

So.

My sister put her hand inside me and now I can breathe. Magic's a hell of a thing.

What is with this thing where my parents, my future parents anyway, seem to want me to go to a lycée after the new year? As in, they want me to go out of the house, to a school, with other people, for several hours a day.

I don't...

I thought that I could just as easily keep things up the way they have been, studying for the bac at home, with Pere and Papa Enjolras, and my uncles, or, since they aren't here, someone else who knows about science, and art, and literature, to teach me like it's always been. I don't... I can't possibly...

They are insane. Completely and totally insane. I knew Antoine was everybody's favorite, but I didn't think it'd end up going this far. If he didn't have to go to school, until conservatory, I shouldn't have to either.

This can't be happening to me.

Three men, one boy, and one girl using the same, relatively small, bathroom.

Cue the really creepy Hitchcock music from The Birds, and envision, if you would, the reality that is many bottles of hair product, multiple bottles of various psychiatric medications, Burberry Men's Cologne, an eyelash curler (Why does my dad own and use one of those things?), a tongue scrapper, way more hair elastics than could be thought healthy for a grown adult male, anda set of disturbingly girly hand lotions and nail files, when you consider that their owner is a fifteen year old boy, flying in said girl's face like she's Tippi Hedren as she tries to open the medicine cabinet to get to the Tylenol.

The struggle is real. And quite hilarious.

But...this place shouldn't be happening. I know I'm still in Paris, but this isn't the Paris I know. Everything looks like one of those old facebook pictures of my parents, and like it's at least ten years old. What's going on?

'Toine?, Val?, Pere?

I am so confused right now.