Mo Misean Chéad

Dea-lá ar fud an domhain (nó ar bith eile pláinéid :) !

I am currently on my first assignment for Ambrose, Kassandra's younger sister. Ambrose is aware that Melody and Rhyme aren't supposed to be Members anymore, but the twins weren't officially banned.

Our assignment is supposedly "simple." We are to go to the house of a farmer in 1588 to retrieve a message for Istra. As you can imagine, I am really angry at Istra right now!

Anyway, Rhyme tells me Melody loves being in the 1500s, because of the long dresses and corsets. I personally think these underslips and petticoats are just a nuisance. We got our message a couple of hours ago, and it looked like this:

"Et ipse est in cellario."

The messages are in Latin, so I have no idea what this means. But from what I can understand, it says:

"And is in cellar."

What does that mean? Strange!

Dea-Slán!

An Cailín Eile

Dea-tráthnóna do gach ceann de mo léitheoirí!

In the past week, I've gotten to the twins really well. For instance, I know that Melody has 4,971 freckles (Rhyme has counted them all), and that she has a bad reaction to the word 'cathedral.' Rhyme doesn't like for people to see him cry (who does?). Both twins are born on Febuary 28 of 1998, and Rhyme had a girlfriend!

"She wasn't my girlfriend!" He yelled.

"Alright, alright! But she was a girl who was your friend, right?" I asked. Rhyme scowled at me and sighed. "Yes and no. She was my friend, but I liked her a lot more than a friend."

"So what did you like her as?"

"I have no idea. I never thought about that. At least, not until what happened to her." He paused for a long moment, until I can't help myself.

"What happened?" I blurted. Whoops. Bad question. Rhyme ran a hand through his hair, put his face in his hands and shuddered.

"Can you keep a secret?"

I nodded quickly. "Well, it's sort of a long story, but Melody and I aren't supposed to be Members." I raised an eyebrow, and Rhyme added, "I think it had somethhing to do with the cathedral-"

He was cut off by Melody letting out a distressed wail. "Anyway, her name was Nyssa. She was so... intriguing. Nyssa was a hypnotist. She could make anyone do anything she wanted whenever she felt like it. Along with that, she time-traveled."

Rhyme paused for a moment, as if to be dramatic. And he continued, "So one day, she was in 1230, but she used a forbidden Base, where no regular Members could go." Why? What sense does that make? "When she got back to the present, a Member found out and banned her from time-travel. Well, Nyssa didn't like that. So, she went to 1762 Ireland, but not before destroying the Base."

I cock my head to one side. "And you love this girl because-?"

"I'm getting there!"

"Okay! Yeesh!"

"Anyway, she just so happened to travel to the exact time and place where Melody and I were. We were doing something for Kassandra (you'll meet her later)."

"What were you doing in a cathedral?" I asked, before Melody wailed again.

"QUIET! Yes. There was a coded message for us, and we were told to retrieve it. So, we heard your favorite sound, that little pop! " he smiled at me, and I gave him a friendly elbowing in the ribs. "We saw Nyssa's shadow and thought we were in big trouble. So Nyssa said, 'Why on Earth are you two snooping around here?'" Rhyme paused to tell Melody to stop making that whimpering noise. "But Melody and I had already heard from a messanger named Julius about what Nyssa had done. Melody said, 'Why did you destroy the Base?' Well, that sent the girls into a frenzy. I broke them up and said, 'Look, we know what happened. You can travel with us if you want.'"

"Rhyme, stop, please!" Melody whimpered.

"Nyssa accepted," Rhyme continued, apparently not listening to his sister. "And we traveled together for almost a year."

"During that year, you fell in love with her?"

He nods. "One day, we had to go back to the cathedral-" I'm sure you know what happened next. "STOP THAT! But it turned out, Julius somehow found out about Nyssa's illegal time-traveling, and was waiting at the cath- church! for us. 'Sorry about this,' he said, and the other nasty surprise: a time bomb."

I gasped loudly. A time bomb is basically a portable time machine, but it can only take you back to the present. They usually hurt a whole lot more than regular time-travel, too.

"Nyssa tried to run past Julius, and get to the altar where Kassandra's message was. But the problem is, she was out of the time bomb's range. Julius set it off, and BAM! Melody and I were blasted back to 2009 before we could help Nyssa." A long pause. "When we regained conciousness, Kassandra unofficially kicked us out of the organization. We were supposed to have our memories erased, but we escaped into a forest in 1082. Some other Members, rebels helped me and Melody get through, though."

I see Rhyme has flushed dark pink with sadness. Tears ran down his cheeks, and he didn't try to hide it. I put my arms around him, trying to comfort him. Melody came over and tapped on her brother's shoulder. The twins walked over to the area where Melody was laying.

They talked in low voices all night. I felt strangely alone and began to wish more than ever that Eagon was with me. Rhyme seems to be okay now, but I still think that maybe I shouldn't have been so curious? What's even worse is that Rhyme really does care about Nyssa. To be honest, I've gotten really attached to Rhyme. So hearing about Nyssa kind of made my heart sink. Even worse is that me liking Rhyme makes me feel guilty about Eagon, because we loved each other! Aggh!

Dea-Slán!

Musical Twins?

Dia duit gach duine!

I am now in a time-traveling base in 1942 Washhington with my two new accomplices, Melody and Rhyme (sorry, I can't resist stupid pun titles! :D).

Anyway, the reason I call them "musical twins" is mainly because of Melody. She is a spy who communicates using bird calls.

Melody is short and skinny with penny-colored hair, dull brown eyes, and freckles everywhere. She is quite plain-looking, but she has a beautiful voice! Her "older" brother, Rhyme, tells me that she can recognize and use over 125 different calls. The first one I heard from her was an Eagle Call. It sounded quite eerie coming from a person.

Oh, yes, and then there is Rhyme. He has his sister's hair color, but has sapphire blue eyes and no freckles. He is a secret-keeper, just like he's been for the past seven years, ever since he was six.

Before I left 1976, LeAnn told me that I was to guard the CWTTB (Central Washington Time-Traveling Base) until further notice. She seemed so upset about it, though!

The CWTTB is disguised as an old abandoned Macy's store. I stood at the entrace an hour ago, waiting for a signal, any one of Melody's bird calls. She told me to listen for the Call of the Falcon, but I don't really know what a falcon sounds like.

Me and Rhyme were waiting outside, listening. And then, we heard a loud, inhuman screeching sound. Rhyme recognized the sound immidiately and tried his best to mimic it. I probably should've followed suit, as Rhyme nodded and took off. I ran behind him, but a split second before I got throughh the door, I was flat on my face.

Someone had attacked me from behind! The person used one of their hands to hold me arm behind my back. Their other hand was used to push my face onto the dusty concrete. And worst of all,  the person's knee was pushed into my back.

"Who are you?"

Then, it hit me. Melody! Duh!

"It's me! I can't... breath..."

Melody let out a little 'oh' and released me. So now, I am inside of the base, waiting for who-knows-what to happen.

Well, I don't think I have much more to post about!

Dea-Slán!

Álainn

Dea-lá do dhuine ar bith a léann mo bhlag!

Okay, so, I'm still in 1976 for a few reasons:

1) I'm afraid of time-traveling now!
2) LeAnn wants to tell me about past Members.
3) (this is the most important) I got to see my sister.

Anyways, I'm sure you all want to hear about my encounter with my deirfiúr, so here it goes!

I had been waiting for at least an hour, down in LeAnn's room. She had went up to her old room, where my sister has been hidden for seven years. There was only one problem: every four seconds, I'd hear a crash! or a thump!  Thank goodness her parents were away!

Of course, I'm that curious girl who would try and see what happens when you open a shaken soda bottle.  So, I put on my slippers and tip-toed out of the room. I walked around the apartment until I found the wooden staircase, and listened.

Here is what it sounded like:

"Come here!!"
BAM!
"NOO!"
Crash!
"Argh!"

I began to wonder what in the world they were doing, so I went as quietly as possible up the stairs. But I don't think being quiet would have mattered, because thouse two were absolutely battling.

Álainn's eyes were wide open and wild. She looked like she was trying to escape LeAnn's grasp. LeAnn was holding my sister by her middle, aand both girls were yelling. Álainn's legs flew in the air, knocking over a small lamp. She finally escaped, but LeAnn knocked her over, and held her down. My sister cried furiously, trying again to get away. I personally wanted to tie them both down, mainly LeAnn. As Álainn relaxed, LeAnn said, "Okay. Now do you think you can control yourself?" Álainn nodded, and that's when I ran back into LeAnn's room.

I hear footsteps, and LeAnn opens the door.

"Oh my." I hadn't gotten a good look at Álainn while the two were fighting, so I was completely unprepared.

She doesn't look anything like me! I have honey-colored hair and hazel eyes. Álainn has bright red hair in a messy braid and watery blue-green eyes. I wonder which one of my real parents she looks like?

LeAnn motions to the bed, and Álainn plops down next to me. LeAnn sits to my right.

"So, Álainn, this is Breá." LeAnn says.

Álainn's face crumples. "No she isn't." Ouch. What makes her statement even worse is her voice. Álainn's voice is quite... dark. She sounds more like a grown woman than a nine-year-old.

"Yes," LeAnn insisted. "She is."

"Nope. My sister is blonde."

Okay, I have no idea who she could be talking about. But she seemed pretty sure about it. Then, I decided to speak up.

"Álainn, I am your sister! Don't you rember me?" I asked hopefully.

"No. Do you remember me?" Álainn asked.

That kind of threw me for a second. How do you tell your sister that you didn't know about her until twelve hours ago?

"Umm, no. But-" I began, but Álainn interrupted. "Well what kind of sister are you??"

"Uh..."

"A really bad one!" I never knew a sister of mine could be so cruel!

I really wanted to raise my voice, but Álainn had bursted into tears. So instead, I pulled her close to me. After a few minutes, she pulled away and ran for the door.

"Hey! Get back here!" LeAnn said, and went after her. Álainn almost made it to the stairs when she got tackled by LeAnn. LeAnn got elbowed in the face and let Álainn go upstairs. "Well, she has the fighting spirit of any other Murchú!" She says.

I swallowed hard. "What about the other Members?" I asked, just like the last time. LeAnn seemed relieved at the change of subject.

"Yes, well, I think I should tell you about the organization." She began. "It is a group to keep time-travelers safe from people who want to abolish it."

Hm. Back in County Down, there was a group of men and women who tried to destroy the time-traveling base. I wonder...

"Anyway, in this organization, you have a job." LeAnn started again. "There are investigators, secret-keepers, spies, and base guardians."

Ooo, this sounded exciting! But I knew it wasn't supposed to be, so I kept quiet. "What are you?" I asked.

"I'm a secret-keeper. If you ask me, I think you should be a base guardian."

I kind of let out a little 'ha!' to this. I can barely guard my own sister! How does she expect me to guard a time-traveling base?

"In fact, I might need you to guard a 1942 base for me!" LeAnn says, smiling.

Whoa. I wasn't expecting that!

All of you time travelers out there, are you a part of this mysterious organization? I must know!

Dea-Slán!

Uh Oh.

Dia duit gach ceann de mo léitheoirí!

I must keep this post a secret! The last time I checked, people in 1976 didn't blog! Yeah, I got my stupid self stuck in 1976 Sacramento.

Right now, I am in the Cherrywood Apartment Complex, home of LeAnn Morrison. When I first arrived, LeAnn almost called the police!

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" She squeaked, her hazel eyes growing in fear. LeAnn moved towards the pink phone on the side of her bed. Well, I sort of panicked and grabbed her wrist.

"No! Don't!" My grip tightened. "I'm Breá, and I made a mistake while time-tra..." Her eyes got even wider as she slapped her hand over my mouth.

"Quiet!" She whispered. "We don't talk about that here!" Then, LeAnn broke into a smile.

"What?"

"Istra told me you would come soon."

I was so confused! Istra has always teased me because of my intrest in time-travel. I couldn't even imagine her actually being a time-traveler.

But I guess LeAnn could see the confusion on my face, because she said, "My house is a time-traveling base, but my parents don't know." I raised an eyebrow. How could her house be a base without her parents knowing?

LeAnn was about to say something else when she looked down at my hand and saw the silver Apple. "Whoa!" She exclaimed. "What is that?"

I gave her a look. "It's my cell phone..." Nice going, idiot! I guess I had forgotten that the only 'cell phones' that existed were as big as bricks. Not to mention that Apple Inc. was established just April of that year!

So, LeAnn shook herself out of confusion and awe. "So, I'm assuming that you're a Member, so-"

"No, I'm not!"

She looked at me as if she had heard wrong. "Oh. Well, I thought since Istra was, you'd be, too." LeAnn walked over to her bedside table and opened the little drawer. Then, she took out an old, dusty looking journal. It was thick and its pages were yellowed with age. LeAnn turned around and gave it to me. "It's been forever since a Member has written in this thing. Most of them have either died or gone mad." She digs around in the drawer some more. "Like Isabelle? She's from 1488. She was tortured until she atmitted that she time traveled, poor girl. Oh! And the Murchú girl, she went insane after 'crossing time-paths' with someone."

The Murchú girl??? I always thought Breá was crazy! "I knew Breá was kind of off." I said.

It was LeAnn's turn to look confused. "Not Breá!" She shook her head "No, no. It was Álainn Murchú."

I felt hot, dizzy, and a little sick to my stomach. I've never known an Álainn Murchú. Was she a cousin? Something told me she wasn't. She's my...

"My sister," I said, tears filling my eyes.

LeAnn saw the sadness in my eyes. "Yes. She wrote many, many letters to you and asked Istra to give them to you."

So Istra is the glupaya devochka! Why didn't she give me those letters? Why didn't I know I had a sister?

"Why didn't I ever get them?" I asked.

LeAnn sighs. "Because one day, Istra said she wanted to protect you from things like this."

I was disgusted. Protect me? From what? I'm old enough to know things! I think these things out loud, and LeAnn says, "There may be just one more Murchú, but I don't know for sure. I'm still researching."

I feel wetness on my face. "How long had Istra been collecting the letters?"

"Well," LeAnn began. "Five years. Álainn is nine years old and quite mature. She first started living with me in 1969, in secret. When she was four, I wrote down the things she wanted to tell you. Two years later, she wrote the letters herself. She had always wanted to meet you."

I cry full-on then. A poor nine-year-old girl, going mad?
"What happened to her?" I asked shakily.

"She was going to go see you. Álainn wanted desperately to travel to 2012 to meet her sister. And, as soon as she left the base, I heard screaming. Then, I knew, she has crossed paths."

For all of you who don't time-travel, crossing paths is when two people are trying to go to the exact same place at the exact same time. It's extremely rare, but when this happens, the two people's bodies and minds become distorted, and they both end up with each other's worst memories.

"She started screaming about her mother, and I told her, 'But you don't remember your mother!'" LeAnn paused before continuing. "But this sent Álainn into insanity even further. Then, she collapsed and had some sort of fit." She sighs a shaky sigh. "Then she went still. So... quiet and pale-"

"STOP!" I wailed. I looked around, trying to think of a better subject. "W-What about those other Members?"

I swear I heard a sigh of relief before she said, "Oh, well, yes. There was Fabre Bordreau, who just faded into 1813 forever. And Morgan Willis, who forgot everything she'd even known. Plus Eagon Tate-"  Oh no, I thought. "-who died via poison darts in 2015..." I don't let LeAnn finish her sentence. My heart skipped a beat.

Even after the world stops spinning, ovals of light dance behind my eyelids. I drop to my hands and knees and sob. LeAnn tries to console me, but I throw her hand off. As I cry, my mind connects the dots. Eagon must have gone time-traveling after school that day, and went to 2015. But who would do such a thing to such a person?

All of this makes me realize how much I love Eagon. He's all I've got!

After this, I just wanted to be alone. I'm staying with LeAnn tonight. I must stop the post here, as my phone is almost out of battery.

Dea-Slán.

Enough is Enough

Dia duit do gach duine seo a léamh blog post olc.

Sorry for the solemn greeting, but excamation points just aren't in my typing vacabulary right now.

Eagon is still missing, and no one seems to notice. Not Gillian, not Mrs. Westenra, not even baby Tate, who has stopped yelling "Ee-gon!"

To make matters worse, Istra is being... weird. She has stopped insulting me, my accent, and my wild mane of curls. In fact, she hasn't said anything for the past few days.

In fact, earlier today, Istra spotted me walking around the block, which is my favorite pastime.

"Breá!" She shouted. "Idi syuda. Come here." Her black eyes were wide and serious. I slowly walked up to her, feeling very small.

"What?" I asked. And then, Istra said something that (almost) made me shriek with delight. "I know where Eagon is." Before I could ask where, I spotted a girl who looks just like me across the street. Istra sees her too and says, "Walk." Future me attempts to run after us, but Istra grabs my wrist and begins to sprint.

After a while, future-Breá. Gave up and went away. But right after she does, Istra sighs and says, "I must go now. But I'll be back."

*Fast forwarding to eight in the a.m.*

I was in the kitchen, doing nothing in particular, when Gillian walked in. "Are you sure you don't know about Eagon??" I blurt out.

She smiles. "Nope. But he might be dead!"

I scowl at her, but this makes Gillian happier!

"D-E-A-D! Duh-ED! Dead! Ha ha ha!"

"Ceart go leor! Sin é!" I yell. This startled Gillian, but not for very long. I kick her as hard as I can, right under her kneecap, and thankfully, she falls flat.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! I go up the stairs, grabbing my favorite purple jacket and the "Infinity Journal" that I have written in every day for the past 2,556 days I've had it. I stomp back down the stairs, and this time, out the door, not planning on coming back.

"Privyet, glupaya devochka." Istra's voice startles me. "Wha-? How?!" She smiles, which is rare. Then, she holds her head down slightly.

"You are watching us! Let's go!" I understand imediately, and the two of us run until we reach a nice-sized house, which I assumed was Istra's. She took the key that was around her neck on some sort of chain and unlocks the door. "Mama already knows and understands you situation, as the other you told us." she explains. "So you will stay with us." Istra smiles again.

And so, here I am in Istra's room, posting this... strangeness. Everything happened so quickly! At least I am with people who actually understand what's going on. I feelt a bit better now :)

Deá-Slan!

Gone

Dia duit gach duine!

Bad things happen when people you care about talk to your future self. Eagon disappeared.

It happened like this: I was asking Eagon for help with a project when he asked me, "What was the deal with that girl yesterday?"

"Nothing," I say coldly. "She was confused, or something."

Eagon rolls his eyes. "Sure, Breá!" And then he smiles. I frown at him. "Whatever you say! I'm going to get some paint." Just like Breá, he disappears with a pop! right before he leaves the room.

Whoa. Oh mo Dhia! Cad é?? Cén áit? Eagon! I feel around on the floor stupidly, not knowing what to expect.

And then, another pop! I swear, if I hear that sound again... It's Breá. She is sitting on my desk, looking very pleased with herself. "Dia duit, Breá! Féach leat an-iontas." She says, waving her fingers.

I am about to kick her off of the desk until... this is what she told me yesterday! Tears fill my eyes. "Eagon wasn't supposed to know he was going to disappear?"

Breá nods. "I'm surprised you couldn't figure that out!" She says. "You shouldn't have told him I was you. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Like I was supposed to know that!"

"D-UH! You haven't..." Breá starts.

"What? Don't do that!" I yell. Gillian yells at me to be quiet, but I ignore her.

"I was going to say that you haven't time-traveled yet."

I know it probably wasn't right to be excited at this point, but my eyes lit up. "I get to time-travel?!"

"Yeah. Very soon." Breá winks at me and smiles again.

And then, Gillian comes stomping up the stairs. "Who are you talking to?" I shake my head and ask nervously, "Do you know where Eagon is?"

She looks very puzzled. "Eagon?"

I sigh and tell her nevermind. I wish I hadn't been avoiding him.

Deá-Slan!

Everything Gets Intense...

Sona Dé Sathairn, gach duine!

It seems like forever since I last blogged! Has it been that long?

Anyway, ever since Eagon told me uh... 'those things,' I have been avoiding him. But this post has nothing to do with that, (not completely, anyway)but about Breá.

Yesterday, I was taking a walk and saw something that nearly made me scream. Breá was talking to Eagon!

I ran up to her like an idiot, screaming, "Breá, cad tá á dhéanamh agat? Faigh amach as dó!"  She raised an eyebrow at me. "Why?" She asked. "No need to ask 'why?'!" I wailed. "Just go away!"

"But she hasn't done anything," Eagon piped up.

Oh le do thoil, stoptar suas! I think. Eagon sets his hand on my shoulder and says, "What's the matter? Can I not talk to other girls now?" I shake my head. "That's not another girl! That's me!"

Eagon looks confused. I am angry. Breá is laughing. Wait, laughing?

"What's so funny?" I snap. "Nothing's funny!"

Breá shakes her head. "Ha! You think you'll disappear. That's what."

"No I don't! I mean, I do, but... whatever! Just leave. NOW."

I start to panic then. For a second, I think about running back to the house, but that will do no good. I make a small squeaking sound.

Then, my future self leans next to me and whispers, "Anois féach, ní féidir a fhios aige-" then, with a faint pop! she disappears. I stare at the patch of ground where she stood two seconds ago. He can't know what? I wonder. And then, I start sobbing for whatever reason. Eagon wakes up from his daydream and tries to console me. I try not to think about this as we walk home.

Hmmm... I still have a few theories about this, but I just don't know...

Deá-Slan!

Cruinniú Breá (Verison Amháin)

Dea-tráthnóna, gach duine!

In my first post, I promised to tell more about myself. So...

I was born on New Year's Day of 1998. I am considered a nerd (which I am perfectly fine with :D ), and sometimes overly dramatic. I have been in America for about a week, and I was sent off by Máthair after she learned something... awful.

Three weeks ago, I was up in my bedroom, back home. "An féidir leat teacht síos anseo, Breá?"

"Sea, mam," I yelled downstairs. Máthair was at the kitchen table, looking very depressed. "Cad atá cearr, Máthair?" I asked cautiously.

Máthair let out a long sigh. "Ná glaoch orm 'mháthair.'" She says.

Before I can ask why, Máthair turns grey and mutters, "Nach bhfuil tú mo iníon."

"Cad é? Tá mé!" I exclaimed, hoping she was playing some cruel joke. How could the woman I have called my mam for so long not be?! But Máthair just shakes her head.

"No, nach bhfuil tú." She says. "Bhí tú athraigh bhealach sa bharda plandlainne."

This didn't make any sense. Switched???

"Oh," is all I can think to say. On my way back upstairs, I feel hot and dizzy. For the next two weeks, Máthair made arrangements for me to go to the U.S. with Eagon Tate, who's aunt (Mrs. Westenra) is my godmother.

As I packed, every day I wondered what my real parents were like. Did they ever notice their real daughter was taken home with another couple? While all this was happening, Athair tried to convince me that this might not be so bad. "Is féidir leat Skype i gcónaí nó litreacha a scríobh," he'd say.

Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. I sometimes dream about my birth parents, what they might be like.

Now, more positive things about me!

My favorite food is Athair's breakfast blaa (pronounced blah), which he filled with scrambled eggs, sausage, and sometimes potatoes. My favorite thing to do it my free time is to play chess with Eagon, Mrs. Westenra, or sometimes even Gillian. And for some reason, I cannot STAND being around anything that has dots. Mr. Westenra jokes that this is a 'serious biological problem.'

Dea-Slán!

Istra Istrinskii and Rachel Morris

Dia duit ar an domhan agus gach duine a léamh mo bhlag!


Okay, surely you guys remember Istra and Rachel from this post? It's alright if you don't ! ;)


Anyways, I'm in charge of teaching Rachel (who's from 1918 Brooklyn) how to use modern technology.

"Okay, so listen. Now, you click the button on the right. See?" I explained calmly.


Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Button?" She shakes her her head. "There are no buttons!"


"Yes there are. There right here!" I point to the right button.


"You said it was called a 'click.'" Rachel says.


I let my breath out. "No, I didn't!"


Rachel nods. "Yes, you did! You said 'Now, use the right click,' or something like that!"

Tá sí ag dul a thiomáint dÚsachtach dom! I think.
"Listen. It is called a button. Okay?" I'm trying to keep my patience.


"Then say that in the first place."

My face burns hot. This goes on for a while, and reaches its peak when Rachel says, "IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW, DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO TEACH ME!" And stomped off.


"Fine!" I say. "Má tá tú ag dul chun dul isteach ar fud an domhain ag gníomhú mar sin, ansin breá!"
I wish I could've taken that back. A few girls giggle, but they don't look at me.

"Glupaya devochka." Istra whispers.
Stupid girl. I wanted to yell at Istra that I wasn't as stupid as she thought I was. But I keep quiet, as usual.

At home, Gillian is mean to me as usual.

Eagon is in the living room, studying for a math quiz. "Dia duit, Breá!"

"Dea-lá," I sigh.

Eagon plops himself on the couch next to me. "Cad atá cearr? Agus ná a rá sé rud ar bith," he says sternly.

"Gach rud! An tír nua, Istra, Gillian a bheith chomh ... neamh-íogair!" I yell, leaving out the part about Future Breá. "Níl mé ag iarraidh a bheith anseo, Eagon! Ba mhaith liom a bheith in Éirinn! Le mo theaghlach fíor..." my voice trails off and I burst into tears.

Eagon holds me close to him, whispering "It's okay," when I know it's not. When my crying dies down a bit, he is staring straight at me.

"What?" I ask quietly.

He holds his head down, supposedly so Gillian won't hear. "Mé ag iarraidh a insint duit seo ar feadh na mblianta, ach ..." Eagon quiets his voice. "Tú mo ghrá, Breá."

My eyes get big. For whatever reason, I can't look at him without my body going all warm. Mo dhia! Eagon grá liom! Tá sé seo amhlaidh aisteach! Chun cé chomh fada? Wonder mé ...


As you can see, yesterday was quite, ummm, interesting.

Dea-Slán!

Am Don Scoil!

Dia duit mo bhlag, agus gach duine a léamh! As you know, yesterday was my first day in an American School. I loved it, but it wasn't excatly the school... it was the girls!

Since it would take me seven posts to describe the twenty four girls in my class, here are the ones that stand out.

Well, there's my first new friend, Marya, who is fascinated with anything having to do with animals.

Then, there's Calista and Madison, who I cannot tell apart to save my life.

Rachel is about 94 years old and is from 1918. I'm 'in charge' of helping her to learn how to use a computer, and to be honest...Tá sí a dhéanamh dom chaill mé mo intinn!  :D

Istra is very quiet and from 1942 Poland. Her mother is Polish and her father is Russian. She scares me a bit, because she has dark black eyes that always look angry. When I tried to talk to her, Istra did nothing but glared at me.

Fabienne isn't that unusual in her personality, she's  just extremely tall (five foot eight-and-a-half) with a long full name (Fabienne Amèlie Chevelle La Salle).

Ari and Mai Xian are ancient. Ari is from Egypt and needs help using pencils. Mai Xian is Chinese and speaks no English whatsoever except for 'Hi!'

Lastly, there's Breá. Yep. Breá Murchú. Me from the year 2015. I don't know how in the world she even exists, let alone lives in the same area as me. (I'll tell how I met her, just in another post.) She has the same honey-coloured hair as me, just with a few streaks of brown. I haven't talked to her since we met because I'm afraid that I'll just dissapear!

*Sighs*

Oh well. I just have to make the best of this.
Dea-Slán!

My New Life: Day Amháin

Dia duit do gach duine a léamh an bhlag seo! Well, yesterday was my first day in America. I like the country and all, but the family I'm staying with is ruining it! Here how the day went...

Hour amháin (noon):
Mrs. Westenra picks me and Eagon up from the airport. She looks nice. She has dark brown hair, blue eyes, and freckles that cover her arms and face.

Hour dhá:
We meet the Westenra children, Gillian (who's eleven) and Tate (who's one). Both of them look at us like we have two heads. "Ugh. Cén fáth go bhfuil siad chun fanacht le linn?" Gillian mutters, thinking I can't hear her. I was seriously thinking about telling her to éist a béal, but I was afraid I would be sent back to Ireland.

Hour trí:
I'm sharing a room with Gillian. Ugh.

Hour ocht:
Gillian is angry at me for mistaking a pair of her slippers for mine. Eagon and I decide to play with the baby. Eagon gets bitten, and I can't help but laugh. We have cál ceannann, which is mashed potatoes and kale.

Hour naoi:
I can FINALLY sleep despite hearing Gillian babbling on her phone.

As you can see, yesterday wasn't  the best day ever. And today, I'm going to school. Ohhh boy...

Dea-Slán!

Dia Duit!

Dia duit ar an domhan! I am Breá Murchú, a thirteen year old doll from County Down, Ireland.

You may not know this, but my name, Breá, is Irish for 'love.' The strange thing is, Máthair, my mom, made plans to ship me off to the States after learning some devastating news. There isn't much love in my family right now.

On a more positive note, I am on the plane now, heading for a new life. I am with my cara is fearr, Eagon. He is my favorite person in the world! He's known me since we were toddlers. If he weren't here now, I probably would've had a heart attack (I've never been on a plane before)!

"Ó, Eagon! Cad a tharlaíonn má théann rud éigin mícheart, andd ní féidir linn a dhéanamh?" I whined.

Eagon chuckles, but looks solemn. "Beidh Ní dhéanfaidh aon ní a tharlóidh, Breá. Iontaobhas dom. Ná bíodh imní ort."

I smile at him. He didn't seem to notice that I had grabbed his hand.
(BTW, sorry this was such a short post! I plan to write more about me soon)
Dea-Slán!