Up In The Clouds

2: The Journal In The Tree

     It may be my birthday, but to me, it's the worst day of the year. For one thing, the only people who know that I want to  are the Dreamers, but according to code, they can't throw me a party or they'll be kicked out of my memories and I won't remember them. And that would be worse than not getting a crummy cake. For another thing, it brings back bad memories that I refuse to bring up again, even if you're confused right now. And for a third, the lady who owns this ancient place, Kathy, is by my side. All. Day. LONG.

     Kathy will follow me around, ask me what I'm thinking, and pretty much be on my case the whole day. Not that I don't like the company, but I wish she wouldn't ask so many questions, especially when I'm trying to  be with the Dreamers I wish she would just leave me be. And so I told her this, "I know you're trying to be all mom-like, but I like my time to myself, just me."

     And she responded with saddened eyes, but an understanding nod. "Okay. Now that you're turning 13, how about I let you get out of this place for a bit?" she suggested. And with that, I was on the streets of New York.

     I'm quite glad to be anywhere but in that stuffy house, even if there is a ton of people here. It wasn't the best birthday gift, but it's defiantly  the best one I've ever gotten. Scratch that, the only one I've gotten. I actually love New York. I like the hustle and bustle of it all. Even though I've basically been in captivity for my whole life (or what I remember of it) and i don't like people, I love the sights and sounds of this city.

     I don't go far, just around the corner, until something caught my. It was a tree, and hanging from the tree, there was a journal. The thing that really caught my eye was the fact that there was also a key hanging from a branch that shined very brightly from the light that reflected off of it. This fascinated me so much, I decided to get a closer look.

    I get there, I also find a box that was locked. There's no key for the box, just for the journal. With that, I rip the journal and the key from the tree, and unlock the journal. It has an engraving in it which read;

     Dear friend,

     If you are reading this, now you know that I've passed on. My life has come to an end. I've lived a good life, filled with ups and downs. But now it's your turn. It's your turn to keep it safe. Don't let it fall into the wrong hands, or who know what will happen to you . Another thing, don't show anyone who doesn't believe. Open the box. The box will give you the answers. You'll know what to do from there. I believe in you. Good luck.

     Believe in what? I say. More and more people are starring at me, so I decided to sprint back in the house, journal and key in hand. Not my best idea, actually, that tree is awesome, probably the best place that I know for sure exists. But I'll be back. I probably should tell the Dreamers about this, but I'm too tired to think about that right now. Besides, the book told me not to tell anyone who didn't believe, but I'm not even sure if I do. Still confused, I start to drift to sleep, but this is just the beginning of my night.