Journal #1

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AN: If anyone wants to comment on a particular section or phrase on this book, it would be cool and helpful if you did it in a utensil and color. (Ex: [In blue sharpie:] Lol.) Any color or type of writing material is acceptable except what is in this book: Pencil, red pen, and brown pen. Try to stay the same utensil and/or color if you can.

If you're just starting this book than this probably makes no sense to you, but it will soon. Thank you and enjoy!

[In red pen:] Hello.

i don't believe we've met. i hope we become friends, i have so few anymore. Oh, who am i? Well...i have a riddle. Perhaps you can figure it out:

i follow my partner forever, expect one minute per day. i don't consist of color, only what's in the way.

Who am i?

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[In pencil:] We walk down the front walk, Brilliant Sun glimmering above gracing the various flowers in the garden nearby. The warm summer day hinting of adventures not yet explored, waiting to be claimed. The path leads into the road, where we will once again turn left and walk a quarter mile before reaching our destination at the store. It is a route i know well. We take it every day except Sunday. At least...i think so.

i'm not always able to tell. Somedays Brilliant Sun is not out, and i can not tell. If Brilliant Sun is not out, i am trapped in my small, dim world, walking blindly forward. Those days are surprisingly nice. They are the only times i can take a break, other than when He sleeps. All in all, i enjoy our relationship. He gets to make the decisions, and i follow.

At the store, once again, i link with another strange object, of which will soon begin to fill with various shapes. Through the door, into the refreshing, cool air of this place, and the day has begun.

You see, the store is one of the few places i really have to work. Generally He gets the same items, but occasionally something moves, or interests him, and we change. i have to keep on my toes for a sudden change or stop. One time i even hit another of my kind. It was odd. Usually we can just pass through each other; an advantage of our work. So when we felt physical contact between the two of us, it was foreign.

That was the past, and now i know the feeling well, having existed long enough to learn this world. i just carry out my job, while He carries out his. All of Them have Their jobs, such as woodworking, librarian, teacher, and we have ours.

Early on, this job was very difficult. There was no one to explain to me the rules, or regulations or laws, i just learned as i went. When i left where i should be, it hurt. When i was in the right spot, it didn't. Fairly simple rules as a child. i was born with Him, so we both learned life together.

Sure enough, He just placed a rectangular item into the strange container. From the box i can read "Orange O's." It's His favorite cereal. It has become mine too. i've never really had anything but Orange O's. i've seen countless rectangles and spheres and cylinders amongst the racks, but i have only ever touched a few.

Turning the isle, He sees a friend, and decides to stop and talk. This action causes me a split second of Pain before righting myself. My nonexistent eyes wince slightly from this, hoping no one noticed. i have every feature He does, but not all of them are visible. i only consist of shapes, not color.

i can not talk, but i can hear.

i can not touch, but i can see.

i could not read. Over time, i have taught myself words based on People talking and pointing at things. i learned of Orange O's, for example, as His friend pointed them out in the cart. i have no point in learning the pronunciation, just the meaning. Consequently i know some words differently then He does. School was helpful at first, but He began working on paper, on a table where i could not see. i only learned the basics of the Human Language, i taught myself the rest.

The two friends depart, and i follow just behind. We walk to the check-out counter, pay for the items, and head on our way. i unlink from the container-like object and hold the few shapes that were once inside. Our way home, the wind causes the pine trees to sway softly, emitting a constant, lulling hiss. Along with Brilliant Sun, the day outside was peaceful, a relaxing change from the insides of the busy places where Brilliant Sun doesn't shine. i wonder why They cover Brilliant Sun from Themselves so much?

We arrive at our home, just as Brilliant Sun gets covered by a cloud. We enter, and so begins the schedule of the day.

i like having a schedule, We in general prefer them, they make life so much easier. Too often i see other Humans that don't have any form of schedule. i'm happy i was paired with Him, no one could have been better. i'm Happy to be His Shadow, and He's Happy to have me.

[In brown pen, pointing to "...and He's happy to have me." :] I seriously doubt it. Most don't even know we exist.