Well hey how have you guys been? I'm sort of piecing the story plot and characters together so updates might take more time than usual but I'll write more so that's good I guess. Just a reminder: The main notebook, Jasmine, was bought from Wal-Mart.
Chapter 3: New Friends
Megan only spent the weekend at Grandma's house, sadly. When Megan was showing her what she had written, Grandma held me so carefully and gently. When the Barbie-witch bought me she literally threw me onto Megan's lap while I was in the plastic bag and the corners of my pages almost bent.
Apparently, since I didn't fall asleep until three in the morning yesterday, I woke up at around twelve and found myself on a desk in front of Megan as she scribbled away on me in a classroom that smelled like wet carpet. Now, I'm in some other classroom on a desk except Megan is away in the bathroom.
A girl who is Megan's friend, Susan, and apparently sits near Megan. She keeps on looking over at me, like she's expecting me to do something. I'm just a notebook, I'm not going to turn into a dinosaur and push her off the edge of the earth(yes, I know the earth is not flat).
That reminds me of the movie Toy Story. My mother told me that when she arrived at the Wal-Mart for the first time, the box she was in stopped right in front of the electronics section. She was watching the various TVs that were on the huge wall when some sort of commercial for the movie Toy Story(Toy Story, Toy Story 3; something along those lines)and she told me that the commercial showed a bunch of toys that came to life when people weren't around. Weird.
I guess people wonder what toys would do if they come to life, which is probably why it's so entertaining. Inanimate objects can't come to life, especially toys. But they can communicate with each other. For example, I can communicate with an eraser or a pencil or even a sharpener. How else would my mother have been to tell me all those stories? A screwdriver can communicate with a hammer. A snake can communicate with a rat. A person can communicate with a person. You see what I mean?
Megan comes back after a while and sits back down at her desk. The teacher is lecturing about some sort of formula made by some random dude who was obsessed with triangles. Trust me, it's not as interesting as it sounds.
Anyway, Susan and Megan are whispering to each other while the teacher has her back turned.
"I'm writing for the writing contest. Are you?" Susan whispers.
"Yeah. I wrote it all in here," Megan puts a hand on me, "What are you writing about?"
"Mystery. Or Romance. I've started writing but I have to fix up the plot. You?"
"Science Fiction. Dystopia," Megan replies.
Susan breathes in. "Oh. Those are tough to write. Are you sure you can handle it?'
"Yes, why wouldn't I? Writing is writing. It's not really about experiences or love triangles unless it is a romance story or a memoir. All I need to do is imagine," Megan whispers, feeling somewhat offended.
"You talk and think like a writer," Susan says. Megan chuckles.
"Alright. Class is about to end. Write down your homework and stay seated until the bell rings," the teacher says, erasing the board.
After the bell rings, Megan walks to her next class with me in her backpack. I suppose it's English class because there are colorful posters all over the walls that say things like 'You don't have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great', 'Never give up', 'Mistakes are proof that you're trying', 'Focus on what matters most; you', and anonymous sayings like that. Then there are posters with quotes from actual people like 'Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost' and 'The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why. -Mark Twain'.
