Caitlin's Blog

### Official link:

http://caitlinfletcher.com/ (archive)http://www.onceuponazombie.com/caitlins-blog/ (archive)

**Caitlin's Blog**, also named **My CMS** — **A Journal of the Heart and Soul** is a website and a category in the Once Upon A Zombie website owned by Caitlin Fletcher. The category has been removed from the latter, but *My CMS* is still available.

## Posts

### **ENTRY #1: 47 Candles**

*August 3, 2015*

My name is Caitlin Fletcher. And this is my journal. This particular journal is all about my move from New York to London with my Dad and kid sister Natalie. I hope you follow along. I suggest starting with Entry #1, then Entry #2 etc. Maybe we can become friends.

Here’s a pic of me below. My friend Josh is an illustrator, and he drew this “cartoon” version of me. Pretty cool, dontcha think?

   Anyway, there’s a thunderstorm outside. Kind of fitting. I’m not having the best day. I’m feeling kind of anxious. All I want to do is crawl into bed with a good book and ignore the world. I guess there is something soothing about when the weather reflects your mood. We learned about that in Lit class. I think it’s called pathetic fallacy?

Anyway, the power is out and so I’m sitting here writing by candlelight. My dad lit candles throughout our apartment. Kind of cool right? Like
in the old days? (I mean, I’m only 13, so I guess I don’t really know what the ‘old’ days felt like…but I can use my imagination!)

Today happens to be my mom’s birthday. Not that I care that much. She basically kinda disappeared four years ago.  My 10th birthday. Actually on my 10th birthday.  Haven’t seen her since. I think I remember police coming to the house. I also remember thinking she walked out on us. Lately, I kinda think my dad has been in denial all these years and that’s what really happened.

She’s 47 now.

Dad doesn’t really talk about it.  And I don’t really remember the details, and I’m sort of glad about that. She’s missing so much of my life. Her loss.

I admit, there were some good memories. I guess. We used to read “Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There.” I remember falling asleep to the sound of her voice reciting “The Walrus and The Carpenter”. That story still makes me laugh, it’s so full of nonsense. Sort of like the nonsense it would take to leave your daughter behind?

Anyway, I don’t have time to worry about that anymore. As I noted, my dad, my kid sister Natalie and I are moving to London later this month. Ugh.

(How totally weird if tonight was the night my mom came back home. Yeah right.)

It’s so dark in our apartment now, even with all the candles. If I baked a birthday cake, there’s certainly enough candles to  put on it.

### **ENTRY #2: Vinyl Zombies**

*August 19, 2015*

Found an old record. A vinyl one. From like the olden days. It belonged to my mom. She’s from London. Her own dad was some kind of rocker during the 1960s. He had left her all his records. I found one this morning while packing for our move from New York to London (ugh!) It’s some group called, The Zombies. Their song, “She’s Not There,” sounds familiar. Think I heard it a lot as a kid. Anyway, here it is…

### **ENTRY #3: MOVING DAY**

*August 21, 2015*

Today we move. From New York to London. My dad’s company is paying for me to attend a school in London with a US curriculum. The Kingshire American School in London. Ugh.

Our flight leaves at 5:15 PM. I can’t believe I am saying that. I am leaving behind my friends. I am leaving behind a pretty cool public high school, for some uppity private school where I won’t know a single soul. Bigwig diplomats, athletes, and even rock stars send their kids to this school. My dad is just an ordinary Papa Bear (my nickname for him)!

I hate flying. The thought of not being able to get off the plane kinda makes me nervous. Okay, real nervous. Especially when we are half way across the Atlantic.
Just writing about it makes me feel breathless.

I hate my fears. Sometimes, when I’m in a mall, I freak out if I ‘m far from an exit. It’s hard to breath and I get panicky. It goes away when I find the exit and I run outside. I googled my symptoms once. It’s called agoraphobia. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, including Dillon Slater.

Think I’ll stop writing for today.

### **ENTRY #4: London**

*August 30, 2015*

I’m here. In London. Central London. We live in an apartment on Royal Street. It’s been over a week already and I still can’t believe it. I’m a little stressed and a little freaked out. My mom was from London. Know what’s weird? As soon as I went on online I found this song. It’s the same song my mom always sang to me when I was a kid. It’s the same song my mom always played as we danced around the living room. It’s a sixties band called The Zombies. That’s like in the olden days. The name of the song is She’s Not There!

I sang it a lot when I was a kid. My mom sang it with me. I won’t sing it anymore.

I listened to this other girl sing the song and it made me cry my eyes out.

I start school tomorrow. I am so freaking out.

I had lots of friends at my old school. Some superclose friends too. We told each other everything. I even told them about my panic attacks. They don’t judge. But now they’re back in America.

And now I have to meet new people and prove that I am not some dork or basket case and find a way to make friends without appearing desperate—even though I do feel desperate!

And what if I start hyperventilating in the middle of a class and feel the need to run out? Ugh.

Any way, here’s the song…

(It’ll probably make me cry again so I’m going to stop writing for today. Because I want to hear the song again)

### **ENTRY #5: Fights and Friendship**

*September 11, 2015*

So it's the end of the first week at my new school here in London. It's fine, except that everyone here is dressed exceptionally well. I made some friends... and already some enemies.

Great drama on the first day of school. There's this senior rugby player Barton Sullivan—he's got a serious temper...

 My new friend Jack (totally decent guy) saw Barton bullying this boy Erwin. He was shaking Erwin's glasses repeatedly. Typical teenage bullying. That sad. Jack saw what was going on. He then jumped between them to stop the fight.

Barton took this as another suggestion to hit a student. He stood beside Jack, smiling. Jack slammed his fist into Barton's face and then casually gave him some tissues for nosebleed. And then he apologized!

Everyone was watching.

Barton then did something totally unexpected. He apologized. I think he was impressed that someone had the courage to stand up to him... and defend someone like Erwin. Also, it's not cool to hit another nice person.

A few days later I saw Jack and Barton going out. Total surprise.

An exciting first week.

Now all I have to worry about is the Halloween masquerade at my school on my birthday...

There is no date. And I don't dance (EVER!) In front of people, even if I have a date.

So many different feelings inside me.

And we just started the year.

Enough of writing for now ... I need to open the window to let some air in this room.

## Notes

* **Entry #1: 47 Candles** has the name **Hello World**in the URL of Caitlin's website, but not in the official Once Upon A Zombie Website.
* **Entry #5: Fights and Friendship** is the only entry that hasn't been posted on Caitlin's website. Thereby, the entry isn't online anymore.
* All entries are in a category called **MY MOVE FROM NY TO LONDON JOURNAL.**
* **My CMS** is powered by *Wordpress*.

## References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 http://caitlinfletcher.com/hello-world/ (archive)
2. ↑ http://caitlinfletcher.com/vinyl-zombies/ (archive)
3. ↑ http://caitlinfletcher.com/entry-3-moving-day/ (archive)
4. ↑ http://caitlinfletcher.com/entry-4-london/ (archive)
5. ↑ No more available online.
6. ↑ http://caitlinfletcher.com/category/my-move-from-ny-to-london-journal/ (archive)