The Moth Diaries

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- September 5th.

I have decided to write

at least one page

in my journal every day.

I'll be able

to read it later

and know exactly what

happened to me when I was 16.

- One of us

isn't gonna be here

And one of us

is gonna be running

Off alone

to the great unknown

You're not me

You're a model of freedom

All you need are your kicks

when you need 'em

Come and go

Caught that slow all right

- Maybe this year, I'll get on

the A squad for field hockey.

- Field hockey, my God.

Seems so unlike you.

Let me guess.

Lucy does it.

- Oh, Mom.

- I forgot the world revolves

around Lucy.

- No, I love it.

Sometimes we even get up

at 6:
00 a.m. to practice.

- Hey, ooh, yeah,

you gotta be leaving

Say what you want

What you say, say anything

No one knows

just how deep it goes

We are old in your teenage

tyranny

And all you need

is a hunger to feed

I've got my own secrets,

though

Say what?

- Here, Mom, I'll take it.

- No, but-

- No, it's fine.

- We are doomed,

but we wanted more

- I'll call you.

- It's the ride we take

The many-winged escape

It's the bough

- Becca?

- Oh, my God!

Here.

You have no idea how much

I've missed you.

- I missed you too.

Is your room next to mine?

- Yeah, here, let me show you.

This is your fireplace,

and the bathroom is huge.

- This is gonna be

the best year ever.

- Wuh-whoa!

- You better hide it

before Miss Rood sees.

- Ah, come on.

- Charley, you can't get

expelled on the first day.

- You can't worry

on the first day!

- So what'd you bring us?

- Just some downers I stole

from my mom.

- Well, I got chocolate

in Geneva.

- You guys hear about

Annabelle?

She's been hooking up

with two different boys

from Langley College.

- What?

- Such a whore.

- Jealous?

At least she has sex.

- Look who's talking.

- I've had lots of sex.

- Girls don't count.

- Why not?

And I've done boys.

- One boy.

- Oh, are you still all

pathetic virgins?

- Well, I am,

but not for long.

I've met someone.

Hey, Lucy, what about you

and Jason?

- I broke up with him.

- Yeah, on Facebook.

How cold is that?

- What about you, Becca?

- I don't know.

We'll see.

- It's the times, we say

That no one's gonna

take your place

- Oh, the apple, the apple!

- Ew.

- So did you guys hear?

The new English teacher

is a guy.

- Wait, do the dykes

who run this place allow that?

Like, he's probably

gonna have to wear a plaid skirt

and kneesocks,

like Miss Bobbie.

- Charley...

- I saw him.

His name's Mr. Davies.

He's actually really cute.

- And he's a poet.

- Wait till he finds out

about Rebecca's dad.

- Charley.

- Not cool.

- No, not about that.

About him being a famous poet.

- He wasn't really famous.

- Let's go play some hockey.

- Let's not.

- Come on, yeah.

That's exactly

what we need, yeah.

- Seriously?

On the first day?

Why do you have to kill me

on the first day?

- Oh, I've longed

for these tubs.

- I know, sometimes I hate it

so much when I'm here,

but I just miss it all the time

when I'm at home.

- How's your mom?

- She just sat in her studio

and painted,

listening to the same music

over and over.

The same music my dad-

my dad was listening to

when...

- Rebecca, I want you to meet

a new girl, Ernessa Bloch.

She'll be in the room

across the hall.

Please help her

find her way around.

- Sure.

It's easy to get lost.

Did they tell you this place

used to be a hotel?

Um, like, 100 years ago.

This place has a lot

of old nooks and crannies.

- Breakfast is at 7:30,

morning assembly 8:30 sharp.

You must apply to me

for permission

to leave the school grounds.

You may use

one of two staircases

to get to the dining room.

The left one also goes

to the library.

- It's so, so different

from the first time

I came to Brangwyn

two years ago.

My father had just died.

My mother was a wreck.

So I was sent here.

Every night,

I sat in my room alone,

aching for my father.

And then I met Lucy.

She was so confident,

carefree, and normal.

She taught me

how to be happy again.

That's why I love her so much.

I wonder what her secret is.

- Well, everyone's got one.

- Alcoholic mothers.

- Nasty divorces.

- Parents who don't care

about them.

No one comes to Brangwyn

unless something bad

has happened to them.

- Except for me.

I'm the only boring one.

- Believe me,

I wish I was like you.

- Good morning.

It gives me great pleasure

to welcome another

freshman class

to Brangwyn school.

- I scored.

Party in your room tonight?

- Okay.

- Amen.

- Your life here will be

a moral and spiritual journey

that will prepare you

for whatever life awaits you

outside these gates.

- She's never going

to change that speech.

- No.

- Oh, I want to sign up

for practice.

- Okay.

I got to grab my books

for English...

Check out

the cute new teacher.

I'll see you at quiet hour?

- I said I would

spend it with Dora.

- It's our first day back.

- Okay.

I can see her another time.

- Okay, great.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm Ernessa... Bloch.

- Yeah, I saw you last night.

How are you finding

everything?

It's a little strange.

- It must be hard,

with everyone already

knowing each other.

- What's that?

- It's a friendship necklace.

My friend Rebecca

gave it to me.

- It's really pretty.

Would you show me around?

I don't really know

where I'm supposed to be.

- Yeah.

Yeah, come with me.

- In all of the classic Gothic

horror stories,

we see expressed

some kind of anxiety

about the modern world.

In Bram Stoker's Dracula,

some critics see an anxiety

about female power,

female sexuality,

a fear that

the pure Victorian maiden

would be transformed

into a ravenous beast.

The story is a shape-shifter,

just like the vampire itself.

You find it in different forms

in almost all cultures,

but there are three things

you find

in every vampire story:

sex, blood, and death.

Becca?

Just want you to know,

I'm a great admirer

of your father's work.

I'm going to be running

a poetry workshop

later this term.

I was hoping you'd take part.

- Yeah.

- Okay, good.

- Um, thank you.

Are you lost?

- No.

This is one of my favorite

places here.

- The passageway?

It's so dark; I always just run

straight through.

- I like looking out

the windows.

- I'm actually going to see

Miss Norris.

She teaches Greek.

I have lessons with her

on my own

because no one else

wants to do it.

- I used to study Greek

and Latin.

I was very serious,

even though I was a girl.

Then other things intervened.

- Okay, well, um...

I'm late for my class, so...

I'm no Barbie doll

I'm not your baby girl

I've done lots of things,

and I have made mistakes

And I am not as pretty

as those girls in magazines

So what if I'm no baby bird

Hanging on your every word

Nothing ever smells of roses

That rises out of mud

Why do you love me,

why do you love me?

Why do you love me?

It's driving me crazy

Why do you love me?

I get back up,

and I do it again

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