May 15, 1887

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Today could have been better, Alaric. At school, some of the boys playing ball in the yard managed to splash my dress with muddy water. Maybe it was my fault for standing too close to the puddle. Maybe it really was just an accident. Although, it doesn't feel like it with how much they laughed and pointed. I told Mother it wasn't my fault, but she was still cross about it. It isn't easy to get mud off lace. She told me to be more careful. That the shifters would behave like animals at times. I can see she is right. The way they shun and laugh at me. It's all so frustrating. How can I feel so lonely when the alternative is being surrounded by those fakers? I hate this feeling.

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