Jonathan's Journal Rewritten: Entry No. 1 (The Seven Deathly Souls)

Friday, July 6th, 2001

     Today was the last day of the school week (thank god). With my new friends, nobody has really bullied me. I think they're scared of me and my friends. Oh well. I walked to the bus station like I usually do, and surprisingly, it was only Alan there. Usually, Iby and Braydon are here before me. Maybe they're sick? Maybe they're late? Who knows? I walked up to Alan and greeted him, and greeted me back. He asked me where the others were and I said I didn't know. It's strange honestly how it's just the two of us. Though to be fair, the bus driver is slow, but when he picks us up, he speeds up incredibly fast. It's amazing how he doesn't get pulled over for it. Another student came towards us, it was Luis. I don't think he was at school yesterday. Maybe he skipped? If he was sick he wouldn't have come here. Anyways, when he came up to us he said hey. I introduced Alan to Luis, but they already seemed to know each other so what I did was pointless. 

     Eventually, the bus came by, and I could see in the distance Iby on his skateboard riding fast and Braydon behind him running. They made it to the bus stop and we all got into the bus together like normal. I introduced Iby to Luis (Braydon already knew him) since he hadn't really spoken to him beforehand. (I think writing all this introduction stuff is boring, let's skip ahead to the good parts). 

     In my history class, the teacher tried to sit down on his chair and missed it, so he landed on the floor and hit his head on the table. He was furious because every kid in the class was laughing at him. He eventually left the classroom and never came back. It was probably for the best anyways. The rest of the class period I just talked to Alan since the others were in another class. Alan told me he really loves history class, especially the 1700s era. I honestly think it's boring, but it's cool that he likes it I guess. He also told me that he has so many 1700 styled outfits in his closet....weird....Okay, enough writing about this. I think I'm boring myself writing this. 

     At the end of school, the gang and I (yes, I'm gonna start calling it my gang, problem?) hung out by the public park instead of the tree this time. I proposed the idea to them of a treehouse styled hideout where we can all chill out. They all seemed to like the idea, though Braydon asked where are we gonna get some materials to build it with. Alan said his father is a craftsman or something, I forgot what it's called, but he could help us build it. Everyone seemed to like that idea, so we all agreed that tomorrow (or in other words, the weekend) we would go over to Alan's and get started on it.