Augustus Hare's Journal

A New Orientation:
Now, let me get this straight whoever you are and why are you actually reading this, This is my JOURNAL and not a diary, Real Hares write in Journals. Now if you didn't actually know, I am "Mr. Augustus Louer Hare" and don't you forget it. Now, you can call me August, Gus, or Augustus but never think of me as just a mere hare from Wonderland. So whoever you are and why are you actually reading this, Let me tell you the story of regular orientation day, it was the usual Speech by The Headmaster which just sounded like "Blah Blah Blah... Legacy.. Blah.. Destiny.. Blah.. Blah..I am your father....." Ok.. Maybe I just imagined the "I am your father." thing, I tend to get delirious at random times but hey... like father like son-ish. If you haven't caught on, I'm The March Hare's son, if it wasn't obvious by just barely my name, glad to know that you know about my father. The familiar ringing of two watches, one was my pocket watch and the other was one of Madeline Hatter's wrist watch, alerted me to one of my favorite times of the day. "Tea Time!" some of us Wonderlandians boomed. All of us gathered in a circle in the middle of the assembly as we chit chatted about what was happening to the Majestic land that we called our home. "I just hate it. I left my headbangor in my home in Wonderland." growled Georgia Wockey, daughter of the Jabberwockey. "You think you got it bad! I left all my limited edition Hexbox version of Call of Beauty!" yelled Georgia's conjoined twin, Georger. "Why do you even play that game?! It's for women!" shrieked the ever valiant, Derk Dormouse aka my best friend and I will not say "forever after" because that is so un-Hare of me. "Guys like to play it too!" yelled a voice in the distance which sounded a lot like Caesar Olora. "Besides! We play better than girls do!" yelled his other brother, Cane Olora. "Oh you just did not say that guys are better than girls in Call of Beauty!" shouted the lovely Maeve Le Fay as she shadow traveled beside Cane and strangled him with vines that sprouted from the cracks in the floors. Oh yes. Maeve.. The Feminist she is. "ALL TEA PARTYERS detention! Ms. le Fay! Stop choking Mr.Olora! Detention  ALL of YOU!" yelled Headmaster Grimm as we all had obviously disrupted the Orientation. Oh.. Great... Professor Jack has seen my Journal... I will write again soon.. TTFN Whoever you are and Why you are reading this.