Hunter's Philosophy

The First Reading

A/N

You insisted... so here it is. The first actual chapter of Hunter's Journal! Stuff won't come this often, alright? I haven't finished writing the whole thing yet. Any guesses on who the two at the end are?

Day 1:

In my opinion, everyone is an idiot.

Don't take this the wrong way. You're probably one of the good idiots. Most people are. Some are smart-but-oblivious idiot, some are mean-and-stupid idiots, and some are just normal idiots. Then there's me.

Ask anyone who knows me. My friends, my sister, my teachers and even my parents. They'll all say the same: "Who, Hunter? Yeah, he's the idiot."

Not an idiot. The idiot. It's truly an honour to represent people all over the world.

Wait. I think I said too much. Let me reread my work....

Oh. I let my name slip, didn't I?

Ah, well. It's not like it's a secret. (Heck, I was checking if you guys would catch it. Are you awake now?) Hunter Stavro, at your service.

No,  I will not do your dishes or homework. Geez, I'm not a slave, people.

Anyway, do you remember how I started this? Not the day, but the book? With the rule? Good.  You'll need to remember that.

First thing on your list of things-to-remember-or-else-you'll-be-hopelessly-lost-in-Hunter's-story completed.

Congrats, you've passed through the first day without being eaten by sharks or buried alive. That's quite an accomplishment. Really. You've listened to my musings for today.

You might actually survive this.

Day 3:

I am currently writing this while sitting against my door to keep my sister from slamming me against my closet. Not too hard, considering Katie isn't all that strong. I don't know how she manages to carry her bag all the way to school

Anyway, that was just to give you a visual of what I'm doing. Just a normal Sunday evening, stopping my sister from invading my room while fighting off a horde of evil magic goblins.

All while writing this down. Amazing, isn't it?

You know, Earth is one strange planet. There's this thing called gravity and in the air there's all sorts of stuff like oxygen and hydration. It's round and blue and green, and things live on it. Talk about unusual.

And humans are the weirdest of all. Always rushing, always moving, always in a hurry. Never taking time to think, ponder, explore.

Pft, of course, I'm no different. But at least I have the decency to admit faults in humankind.

Since I'm in such a good mood, I'll end today with Katie.

"HUNTER! STOP WRITING IN YOUR DIARY!"

Oh, sister.

Day 4:

I’d better clarify this so I don’t regret this later. Contrary to what Katie (or anyone else who might hate me) will say, this is NOT a diary. I’m not even writing to myself. I’m writing to you. SO yes, you had better be answering those questions I’m asking you. Out loud, too.