The Diary Journey

Chapter 1: The Diarys

Diary Entry 1: Dana Jade

Everyone has a story here. It's just hard to understand them. Soon though, everyone understands each other's stories. Strange how no one can understand mine. It's difficult though.

My parents died in a freak accident. Sort of. There was a town my grandfather talks about. He says this and I quote, "This town was beautiful, like a Utopia. It's a place your parents met," he says.

That town is the place my parents died. The town was burned down, by something. No one knows what it was or who did it. The people who couldn't escaped, died. My grandfather got me to safety as fast as he can. We now live thirty miles away from the town. I sometimes visit and place two flowers. Crazy, I know.

Truth is, people say I am someone who made it. The Lucky One, is what they call the people who escaped. I always find myself, when i visit, that I am being connected to the town. I tell my grandfather, but he says, "You're special," and that's it. I know I am something else.

I heard three other kids got out along with me.

Only four kids escaped.

Hundred adults escaped.

The rest of the population, Gone.

I am sometimes scared. What if I was meant die?

Diary Entry 1: Lily Heights

I draw on the walls of my bedroom. I was an orphan. I know the place I was born was burned down. I never met my parents. It's so sad.

I am always teased by all the kids. They would take my drawings or take my bag, dumping all my books and papers and pencils all over the ground.

They make me feel like crap.

I don't get why I couldn't die.

My foster parents always told me this, "You are meant to live for a reason."

What the hell is that suppose to mean?

I am just a total failure at everything.

No one understood me. My problems, my life! I should've died already!

But no, I know where I belong, it's with the people who think I am just an art geek.

DIary Entry 1: Hiker Good

I finish cleaning the back room and everything. So many files about this town I came from. I have to do this stupid report on where I am from. I went down to the station and library to pick up some 'knowledge'.

I scroll through the papers to find only important crap about this town.

I walk down the street and threw my bag on the grass lawn of my best friend's house. She's also my crush, but says, "You got guts, but no strength." I always chuckle at what she says.

I climb on to her favorite tree and knock on her window as I sit on a platform I made to talk with her.

"You know, this is a project. Not something you climb through my window," She tells me.

I chuckle.

"Just let me in Dana," I tell her with a smile. She giggles and moves out of the way.

"You got guts, but-" I cut her off.

"No strength. Cut me some slack. I climbed through that window and I lift heavy boxes every day. I got strength," I say.

"It's a quote you idiot," Dana says and smack me in the back of the head. I rub my head and look at her.

"What does it mean? I knew you since like pre-school and you never explained it to me," I ask her.

"Well first of all, I was too busy climbing the school wall to sit on the roof," SHe starts. "It means, you got guts to do crazy stuff, but you don't have the adventure to do it. You're a chicken to shorten it," She explains the quote.

I ain't no chicken.

Am i?

Diary Entry 1: Darrel Looks

I fix my hair..... again. I stand up and headed to my door till I find her at my door.

"Mom says come down for dinner. Why did you fix your hair again? Already having greys at the age of fifteen?" My sister asks me. I growl at her as I always do.

"It needs to be taken care of for your information," I tell her.

"Please, the dog got more hair than you," She retorts.

I feel my eyebrows raised and look at her. I hate quote or whatever she used against me.

I walk down and smelled pork chops. My favorite.

I was born in this town that was burned down a long time ago.

That's all I got.

Diary Entry 1: Luke Rider

I hated my life.

I was bullied by everyone, but yet I was always kind to people.

I met some kids, but they ditched me like I was some random piece of shit.

No one enjoyed my presence except, well no one.

I slip on my leather jacket and headed out the door.

I strike a match and smirk.