Year 3
Log of the boy
Name: Orb
Age: 8(approximately)
Hair: white (normal?) Red (anger), Greeement), Yellow (fear)
Brown (nervousness) Grey(fusion)Cream(hunger)
Lime(lying) e(unfort)Bck(worry)Pink(Happiness)
Eyes: Blue(left) Ght)
Likes: Drawing, Food, Snow Sculptures, Books, Captivant?
Dislikes: Bei alone
Height: 126 cm
While Orb is merrily reading some new books I made for him, he asks, “Hey, Capti, what does this word mean.”
“Let me see,” I say as I heads over to Orb’s book. The word I see is time.
Where do I even begin, to expin the idea of time to Orb is easy, but he loves to keep asking questions, and I am not sure if he is ready to learn arithmetic. Well, I o start eventually because he will be moving on to tenses, and uanding time is essential for that. So, I decided to go ahead with the expnation.
So, as I proceed to give a loure to Orb. I expin the idea of time, how we measure it, and the daylight cycle. At first, Orb finds it fusing, but with the help of illustrations, Capti was able to get the point across
But then Orb asked, “if we ’t see the sun, how do we tell what time it is here”.
“e with me” I said as I guided Orb towards the museum. Whe there, we head to the back of the museum. “Orb, in this showcase, is an astral feather.”
“What does astral mean.”
“Orb, I will ahat ter”, for a boy who likes asking questions, he sure doesn’t like answering. “Orb, this feather is from an animal known as an astral phoenix. As you see, this feather has a red colour oer edges and a blue one on the tre of it.”
“These feathers are very reactive to the sun’s radiation, and the blue cets brighter or darker to specify what time of the day it is, which depends oensity of the sun’s radiation at the time. The outer red part of the bird’s feathers also ges as the year goes on to one of 12 different colours, which allows us to check a what month, and the lighter or darker it tells us how early or te in the month we are.”
“Capti, you show which colours correspond to what month,” he asks eagerly.
I have yet to teach Orb any of the months outside a basic descriptioo the ck of uanding time, so I say, “If you want to do that, you must get your arithmetic down first. It is going to be difficult.”
“I will, so promise to teach me.”
“I promise, we will start tomorrow, so you better get prepared,” he says to Orb as both leave the museum.
-Break-
“Capti, when will we get to the difficult part”, Orb said as his i eyes stared daggers through me.
All I do is stand here dumbstruck. He’s a freak are the only thoughts going through my head as I see all the worksheets he made for Orb He uands Arithmetic almost instantly. He gobbles up anything he learns about addition, subtraultiplication, or division.
He’s looking at me with his eyes gleaming with curiosity. It’s almost as if Orbs is saying it is that all you’ve got. But it’s not “Orb, there’s this little thing called fras I’d like to teach you.”
So, I go on to teach Orb fras over the few days, but to my dismay, he devours them quickly. But I won’t be beate, so I tio teach him all the principles I have itted to memory.
“Length, area, and volume.”
“Capti, what is .”
“Trigory, ary.”
“Capti, what is .”
“Algebra.”
“Capti, what is .”
“Indices, and Logarithms.”
“Capti, what is .”
SHITTTT, I guess I have no choice, “Calculus”, now fall child.
It was to no avail, he even uood calculus perfectly. After these st few months, it’s bee after defeat. My embarrassment was almost at max, but he just had to say this.
“Capti, the way you did this makes no sense.”
“Huh, what do you mean.”
“If you do it like this, you get the right answer, and if you e bato the formu, you check its correct.”
What the hell is this did Orb teach me? To be ho, I don’t uand maths on a high level; I just itted most of it to memory. I think he may even have a better handle on it than me. He surpassed me. I’ve beeed by a seven-year-old.
“Capti, this is fun. What’s .”
“I submit master,” I say as I bow my head.
A look of fusion appears on Orb’s face, while staring at me.
So, with me teag orb, all I know about Arithmetic we return to the Saviours song. It seems that ot a lot of fidence due to learning arithmetic. Especially siold Orb he was a genius, making his hair turn pink with happiness. Ever sihen, he has been w non-stop on his nguages. I have also learhat it is not that Orb is a visual learner. He ot uand something unless it perfect makes seo him in his mind.
I have also decided to work on the great food pn part two, for a few reasons.
First and foremost, the spices and seasonings I have been using are starting to run out, and I need an alternative.
Sed, I o find a way to reinforce all of the Orb’s good behaviour with rewards, and outside of knowledge, I only think of food.
Finally, I have holy gotten utterly bored with the taste of the fruit, eating the same taste for two years is driving me insane, and I want to try something new.
So, I start by talking about all the spices and seasonings I haven’t used and put them in one of 3 ses. In terms of the aftertaste, do they increase it, reduce it, or don’t affect the aftertaste. That’s how I split it up two years ago, so now it’s back to testing. “I never wao experiehis again, but I must press on.”
Walking up from the floor I say “I holy fot how bad it is”. So, I ihe spices I used into one of the three categories then say “I’ve got to keep trying till I get results.”
-Break-
Φ If you know how to cook, a man will never leave you” reading the lines from the rather Haughty female in his book, an idea popped into my head. I’m going to learn how to cook. So, after entering the kit, I shriek; Captivant was lying on the floor.
“Capti, are you okay”, I say, but I get no response, after looking around, I figure Capti problem fell victim to the taste of the fruit, Is this what he’s been doing while I have been reading tely?
Remembering how long it took Capti to wake up two years ago and using my newfound knowledge of time, I say, “I think if it’s like before, he will be out for about two hours.”
Did he make a mistake while cooking? Maybe he was trying to make something yummier. People in books are always making lots of different food. Then I guess I will make something very yummy because I’m a genius.
If I remember correctly, these are the terrible spices and seasonings that make Capti pass out, so these must be the unused ones. I should take a few to make it extra yummy. After ying the spices oable, I take one of the ko cut up the fruit, then I ruedly to the back of the house, to grab one of the fruit, and pulling it from the ground I say, “I don’t need wolfie to get these for me anymore”
Feeli I say “If I make delicious food, wolfie will e back to get a taste,” Reenergised by that prospect, I excitedly run baside to get started while thinking. snow eve?
So, I take the spices and seasonings then taste each with my too see which tastes the best, then, I cover the fruits in all the nies. Capti never has a lot of spices and seasonings in the fruits, so maybe that’s why it tastes terrible.
So, I dder the spices and seasonings onto the fruit. The more, the better it will get, even yummier. If I cut the fruits up into objects and animals, they will be more fun to eat. So, I take the knife I had prepared and slowly cut the fruits into shapes.
With this, I also spice the inside of the fruits. I am a genius. “Ouch,” I cut myself with the knife. Why is red water flowing from my finger? Is this blood? I see this in eople talk about in books. While looking at his red blood orbs, his hair turns grey “Have I seen this before.”
-Break-
Φ Damn, my back ot stand all this sleeping on the floor. Rising from the floor I see, Orb. Well damnit, I wao keep this a secret, but it seems he found out anyways.
“I knew you would wake up now since I’m a genius!” He says Arrogantly with gold hair.
This is going to be annoying, I think to himself. “Hey Orb, what are you doing here.”
“I came to give you a present, so close your eyes.”
“Hey Orb, I was doing something here, so could we do this ter.”
Orb begins to pout and say, “ No, this is much more important, so e with me and close your eyes”. rabs one of my hands and begins draggio his destination.
When we arrive at the library, I see a mess with a bunch of animals in what I think is spiaybe seasonings. “Hey Orb, what is that.”
“It’s the food I made for you out of the fruit, but it seems I made a mess. I’ll it up afterwards, but you should eat it now.”
“Wait, Orb, that’s the fruit. Why does it look like that.”
“I put a lot of spid seasonings on it to make it extra yummy, I also cut it into shapes.”
What the hell? The fruit is covered in spices, I ’t eat this. I am frightened by what all that spice would do to the taste.
“Orb, I think I’m full.”
His eyes start watering with a sad look on his face. “I tried hard, to make, this, so I thought, you would, want to eat it.”
Damn it, please don’t cry. He looks like an abandoned animal. e on, Captivant, you’re a man, you do this. So vigorously, I take the fruits and shove them down my mouth at full speed, so I don’t have to taste them, then I use the base of water to flush it down.
“Orb, that was yummy.”
“I k would be because I am a genius. But don’t worry Capti, this isn’t the end, I will be making more everyday!”
“Yeah, that would be nice, but how about we take turns”. But then Capti puts his hand suddenly against this mouth.
“Capti, what’s wrong,” Orb says as he rushes toward him.
Holy shit, how did Orb make the taste worse? It burns. My god, I feel death ing upon me. I must pass out before my mind breaks due to the taste. So I start tle himself to make himself unscious.
“Stop, Capti. I’m sorry I won’t cook anymore, so PLEASE STOP!” Orb says with pani his face.
Sorry Orb. I will apologise ter, but I don’t feel like dying right now. So I tiil I fall unscious.
“Capti, Capti, Capti, please say something”. Wait, he usually wakes up in 2 hours anyway, so all I got to do is wait.
5 hours ter
Why hasn’t Capti woken up yet? It has been over five hours since he should have gotten up. Sometimes in my books, characters go to sleep and never wake up, did this happen because my cooking was terrible, I didn’t mean this to happen.
“Please, Capti, don’t leave me too, please don’t leave”, Orb cried with tears flowing down his eyes.
“Dad, mom, where did you go,” the groggy man said
“Capti”, Orb shouted happily as he went to hug him.
What’s going on? Just a sed ago, I was chatting with my parents-oh yeah, Orb almost killed me with his food.
“Capti, I’m so sorry, please don’t go. I will bee a better cook, so please stay here with me,” Orb says as he weeps profusely.
I figured this out earlier, but Orb doesn’t like bei alone. I o get to the bottom of this, so I use this opportunity to do something disho.
“Orb, no matter what you do, I will always be here with you”, is what the man over 80 years of age said.
“You, promise.”
“Yes, I promise, but Orb you must tell me why you decided to cook.”
“One of the books I read said if I know how to cook, people will never leave me.”
Ahh, this is my fault, but I told him not to believe everything he read in books. Still, that’s not the issue here. “Orb, why do you eople o leave so much.”
“It makes me happy to have you around, but if you leave me alone, I’ll be sad. I want to stay with you like wol-”, Orb stops short with a nervous expression.
I should press and try to get answers, no more beating around the bush “Orb, who is wolfie.”
Orb stays silent, looking more nervous than before.
“Orb, no matter what you say, I won’t leave you, so please tell me who is wolfie.”
Then Orb’s hair ges from Brown to white as he says, “Wolfie was my friend. He has been here for me since before I could walk, he gave me my food and clothes and talked and pyed with me daily.”
“Orb, what did wolfie look like” I feel stupid for asking this, but I o make sure
“He didn’t look like you and me. He was made of snow and looked like a wolf.”
That must be the reason Orb thinks snow sculptures are alive. So, Orb, what happeo him?
“One day after pying, I told him a word I had in my head. I don’t remember who told me, but I said I love you to wolfie.”
Then he vahe day, so I ran into the snow to look for him, but I couldn’t find him and got lost, then I fell down. While trying to get up, I felt a big thump on my head, and the hing I knew, I was ba the house then I saw you Capti.
“Orb, thank you for telling me your story.”
“No problem”, he says as he clears the tears from his eyes, with his hair turning light purple.
-Break-
Orb’s story yesterday all but firms my suspis. There is just o thing I want to check: I take a pair of scissors and head over to Orb.
“Hey Orb, there is something I would like to do for you.”
“Capti, what do you need.”
“Your hair has bee too big, so let me cut it like they do in stories.”
So, Orb excitedly runs towards me and sits down. Orb’s hair is almost twice the size as it was when I first saw him, and it was already rown back then.
But that’s the sed reason I’m doing it, is to cheething. So I cut Orbs hair until it gets low enough, then tells him, “o look in the mirror to see your new haircut,” Orb runs off.
It’s what I expected. Orb’s rorevented me from seeing this, but there was lots of sliver strands in his head. He has two hair colours and to eyes colours Orb is a legacy.
Year 3 End
