The Journals

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Wake up, get up, shower, breakfest, go to AG for a small practice, go home, lunch, go up to my room to do nothing, dinner, sleep, repeat. That was my routine every single day for two weeks. I wasn't aware of mything around me. I basically turned into a robot. One day my mom had enough. She came in and told it to me straight. 

"Honey I know things have been tough and all but, I want to old happy go lucky girl that I know and love." 

That really made me realize that I want that to but I don't know how to get there. As if she had read my mind she pulled a book behind her back. As she gave it to me I realized it was the journal that the commander gave me years ago. Back then I thought it was just a book but no. It had a brown leather cover with a black leather strap on the back that attaches to a button that is in the front to close the book. 

"You can write or draw anything and everything in this journal and when the pages run out come to me. You father bought tons of them in hope that if and when he passes you put the to good use. The strap will seal it up and keep anything in there safe from reality." She said

I carefully took it as if was something made of glass and it would break any second. I took a closer look at it and noticed gold initials. Not any initials my dad's initials. I started to think what I could do with this. I started to think about all the stories that I never shared and all the things that have happened. I decided that this would become my personal writing journal. I picked up a pencil and began to pour anything and everything that has happened to me into the writing. 

The story was about a young girl who was betrayed by the people she loved and trusted. She had to go through a lot of grueling challenges but eventually pulled through and lives a happy life. 

By the end of my writing hours have gone by and it was time for dinner. Writing became my hobby, and my new reason to wake up in the morning. I never left home without it and never let anyone touching or even near it not even my mom. 

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