Breyer Brook Stables Book One, The Best Summer Ever!

Chapter 20: Secrets of the Old Diary

Immediately I flipped through to the last page, I began to read:

The Top 10 Things I love

1. Disney & DreamWorks movies.

2. My loving mother.

3. Horses, horses, HORSES.

4. The guardians.

5. My room.

6. The color purple.

7. My friends.

8. Reading.

9. Writing.

10. Breyer Horses.

"Why would my mom put this in here?" I thought, "...and who the heck are 'The guardians'?" Flipping through the diary, I found a letter-- I cheered, quickly looking it over. Hoping it might shed some light on the subject.

Dear Alex

I remember the day I got you this diary, it was right after your fathers' funeral. You were so sad, having a hard time coping with this change. Now, I don't know what happened-- you used to write in this diary ALL the time, you could even say it was your best friend. But as time passed, you... must have gotten too busy and just stopped. I found this tucked away in the attic and thought you would want to look through this again, and maybe add a few new entries about what you're experiencing over at the stables. Hope you use it well, I'll be eager to hear all about it and your amazing adventures when you get back.

Wishing you lots of love,

Mom

I smiled, flipping through the diary once more. This time I found an entry from... 2001, it was about... one of the guardians. "This is it!" I thought, beginning to read eagerly.

It was a cool, crisp morning in November, and to my surprise when I awoke at 7 that morning... something felt off. It was unusually cold in the house, "How odd" I thought, hopping out of bed. Through a force of habit, I walked over toward the big window in my room and opened the blinds to reveal-- a huge white blanket that had covered the lawn, frost-covered some of my window. "This must be the work of Jack Frost," I thought, before running down to wake my mother.

Creeping into her room, I went to just... shake her a bit. "Mamma, hey mamma" I whispered.

"What is it Alex?" she yawned, still half asleep. "Did... did you have a bad dream?"

"What?" I stood dumbfounded for a second. "Oh no, I just noticed the SNOW"

"Snow?"

"Yes snow, Jack Frost must of paid us a visit"

"Oh Alex, when are you ever going to grow up?" she snapped sleepily.

"What?"

"Jack Frost isn't..."

"Isn't what?" I questioned.

"Isn't real! Jack Frost isn't real, okay!? None of them are..."

"What? You mean... The Sandman, The Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, and Jack Frost aren't real?"

"Exactly, they're fake; just some overly imaginative characters of a childs' stupid imagination... now please, just go back to bed"

"Oh, okay mom..." I whispered, feeling both disappointed and hurt.

I bent my head, dragging my feet as I left my mothers' room, and headed back towards my own, as I lay there in my bed, I finally broke down. "Maybe my mom's right" I sniffed, "well, it wouldn't be the first time that all the innocence and magic left me," I thought, thinking that I might as well be dead.