A Journal for Three

Fallon - Entry 1

I don't really know how to start this... Scratchansniff made me buy three journals for me and my two siblings to write our feelings in, and I think the other two are adjusting pretty well. But me? Oh, I don't know, I just haven't done this sort of thing before.

I should introduce myself. The name's Fallon Orion Percival Oaks, or just Fallon Oaks. I am 15, and I love writing stories and doing little sketches in my freetime. I work at the nearby Warner Bros. Studio here in Burbank and I have a job watching the three Warner kids: the Warner brothers Yakko and Wakko and the Warner sister Dot. I'd write her name but it's going to take me ages to do so.

Surprisingly, I don't attend school. Only my two siblings, my brother Francis and my younger sister Trinity, do. I used to attend River Valley High with Francis, but I dropped out because my workload at the Studios was getting bigger and harder to deal with. I promised myself I'd go back, but I don't know how I'm going to explain myself. Would they even understand?

There's a lot of things I hide from those two. Being their parental figure, I can't show them that I have a heavy workload. I just have to go with the flow of things if I expect us to do better and okay. I also have to stay strong for them.

Francis is what I consider to be my favorite. Yes, I'm aware you're probably going like, "favoritism??" No, it isn't that. Francis is a bit more understanding than Trinity, always there to be my only family member to hug when I do end up feeling like falling after a rough day. Trinity is a different story. She's very... self-absorbed. Entitled, even. It's my fault, really, I gave her everything that she asked for. I never had the willpower to say no because I didn't want to upset her. I wonder what Mom and Dad... oh, right.

Mom and Dad. I haven't seen them for eight years. I was only 7 when Mom gave me the job of being a parental figure and left us at Burbank to help Dad out with his drinking addiction. I only wish he quit sooner. It's quite surprising he didn't die.

There has been a lot on my mind. Like how they ruined my only chance to be a child. Mom and Dad never gave me enough time to be a child. I always had other things to do. And when Mom hit me with that one task of a lifetime, I didn't realize it at first, but I knew later on I wouldn't be a typical teenager. It's rare for me to have some moments to myself to comprehend the day's events. It's hard, really.

One more thing before I quit writing. A lot of people are wondering why I'm much more strict with the Warners instead of being lenient with them and letting then be little rampaging monsters. Well, I was and had trained myself to become more stricter and more serious. It was a requirement if I wanted to secure the job as the guardian of the Warners. So I had to train myself to be that way.

I also don't want them to become menaces to society. I also don't want them to feel the pain I felt when I missed Mom and Dad. I'll stop writing now. I have stuff to do.

Scratchansniff, if you see this, please don't tell anyone.

-Fallon Oaks, June 14th, 2020