03-11-2009, 12:00 AM
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Anatola yawned. She was very tired after arriving to Phoenix Valley, but had decided on going for a stroll all the same. The female had looked at a map and thought going to the Ranch would be the most peaceful yet exciting. She had left the cottage she had spent the night at and was currently wandering around the Ranch. Anatola had her backpack on her shoulders with all of her belongings inside: her pocket watch, the map of Phoenix Valley, one outfit as she preferred her Optime form and her journal and pen.
The still confused female was sitting under an oak tree in the snow, her journal and pen in hand. She looked down at the blank pages. Anatola had wrote five complete pages but they had fallen out before she joined Phoenix Valley. Now, she had an empty diary. The female wondered if it was a sign that she was starting over. Anatola would not mind it if that was the case. Her life before joining the pack was stressful, agonizing and painful to just think about. In fact, Anatola flinched just thinking about it.
"They'll never accept me," Anatola murmured, starting to jot some of her thoughts down on the paper.