Entry 2
Every time I transport, it feels as though I’m falling. I always clutch my bag. Although if it were to fall off, it would still get home. Anything that goes with me get to the initial destination. I landed in my room and put my extra stuff down. I went downstairs. The living room has velvet rugs and leather furniture. The lights were fashioned like candles. I crossed the room and got to the hidden elevator in the wall. The elevator led to the basement where my lab is. My lab is where I invent things. I sat down at the desk in the basement. I opened the strange book. It was in a strange language that I wasn’t familiar with. This was on one of the pages: Olleh, fi ouy duonf siht, snoitalugargnoc! Wollof eht txen tes fo snoitcurtsni.
I can’t make sense of what I read. It looked like nothing I’d ever seen. Some of it looked a little like German though. I’ve never heard of the word Wollof. I pull my phone out of my satchel and press a button on the side. A holo-graphic keyboard popped out of the camera on the front. I typed in strange ancient languages. Mayan, Greek, Latin, Egyptian, Spanish… Nothing matched.
Nothing else I searched matched either. I just don’t get it. Nothing I tried would work. It wasn’t until I threw the book across the room. I saw its reflection in some polished metal, and realized that the words looked backwards. After that it wasn’t hard to decipher the script. Here’s what it read: Hello, if you found this, congratulations! Follow the next set of instructions.
I’d hadn’t really a choice but to keep reading. 1: Og ot eht retnec fo eht nwot. Neht eticer eht cigam sdrow. 2: Eht sdrow era gnihtemos d’uoy yas rof ecnaretne
Things kind of made sense. The instructions I understood fine. It’s the wording. It’s like a really old book. And about the magic. There was no magic. Just science. I remember when people used to be entertained by a man that would use science, just like it were magic. There’s no magic. Just science…
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Ugh. Today is school. I wake up in my bed. I hear a distant sliding noise. My mom is coming home, as my dad is leaving for work. There’s never much talk between us. They go their ways, and I go mine. Last night I couldn’t sleep. I don’t remember my dream I had when I finally did sleep.
I get dressed and eat some breakfast. Toast. Then I get my G.T.S. and go to school. I appear in front of one of the only brick buildings in the city. Sleekston Middle School. That’s what the electric sign in front the school read. I start toward the door. Suddenly, my books fly from my hands, and the ground comes rushing toward my face.
I instinctively hold up my hands to catch myself. I feel stinging on my right hand. Both are covered in dust and grains, but my right hand is starting to bleed. I pick up my books to the sound of laughter and rush inside.
I stop at my green locker to put my books up, then head to the bathroom to stop my bleeding hand.
The rest of the day, nothing really happens. The usual things at school. I do talk to Seamus though. At the store, he bought a book called Harry Potter. I quickly go home after school. When I appear in the house, I travel to the basement. There I find my book, just where I left it on my desk.
There’s an inscription I didn’t recognize on the front though. It read Crongoth. I don’t know what that means. It doesn’t look like any symbols I have ever seen. They seem to be the same other than the dots or lines on top. I don’t know.
I read back to the instructions. Go to the center of town. I pulled back out my phone and looked up where the Sleekston city center is. It was just about to pull up when…
Bleep! Bleep! A text from Seamus. Just the right time. I clicked on the notification and it read, “What’s Up?” Hurriedly I replied, “If you really have to know, come over.” “Fine. Transport me.”
My G.T.S. works on people also. All I had to type was Seamus -> Home. Suddenly, he appeared behind me. I wondered briefly if that’s how weird it looked every time I do that.
I looked back at my phone and it turns out, my house is the center of the city. I walked to the back wall, past all of the loose nuts and bolts, past scrap metal. Finally I get to the wall, which is covered with posters.
“Alright, I see how it is. Not even a hello.” Said Seamus. I look up at the posters, and think of how I’d request the entrance to a room. May I come in? I’ll try that, but in the language of the book.
Nervously, I say, “Yam I emoc ni?”
