A Dangerous Secret Revealed

Chapter 3

I hopped on my bed and tried to open the book. Oh yah, I need to tap the ruby. I took the key and placed it back. This time the letters are not bold and they are smaller. I started reading:
Name: Claire Sourdude
Age: 10
Date: July 10, 1977.
Dear Life,
They wont leave me alone. These dreams, they're haunting me. I dream that Dudees will take me to there land and haunt me and kill me, just like what they did to my mom. Why am I born Takinyo? Why can't I be a normal human being? I wonder what's it like to be a normal girl? How awesome could life be? Pretty awesome, I guess. I fear that these dreams will become reality. It's only me and my dad left. Ever since Mom died, I really plot to kill all the Dudees. If I will have a child in the future, I'm sure she'll be either a Superhero or a Takinyo. And I will do everything to keep my child safe. I do not want the same thing to happen. It's scary. I hate school. I never fit in. They always bully me, saying that I am a nerd, and I will never fit in. Ha! If they only knew I was a Takinyo, they would fear me. If I can't be a normal girl, then at
least I could be a normal Takinyo, that I dont need to pretend and hide my true self. But thats how life is, unfair. The death of Mom haunts me everynight, and I always sleep in Dad's room after that incident happened. Dad gave me this book, he said that it was a gift that my mom was planning to give me on my birthday. Only that didnt happen, cause she died exactly on my birthday, early morning. And I've always hated my birthday now. It reminds me of the death. After that incident, I cried so hard. She died on my 8th birthday. Dad says that this diary can only be opened by people who have the blood of Takinyos, not human beings.
He even proved it, because my dad was a human being. So he really never understood what it was like to not fit in anything. But he tries his best, to understand, anyway.
I hope that if I marry, that person will take good care of the child, no matter what happens, even if I die. Because I usually see in TV that when the wife dies, the husband will get crazy and drunk, and he would care less about the kid. Being a Takinyo in human world is terrible. Today is my birthday, and Dad didnt acknowledge me because he knew how I felt on that day.
The diary ended there... Wait no, there's more, but the date is more than a decade later.
Name: Claire Sweetdude
Age: 28
Date: July 10, 2002
Dear Life,
Hey, how's it going? Everything is SO much better now. I married Peter Sweetdude. Hahaha, its funny!
Before I married, my last name was Sourdude, and now its Sweetdude. Haha...!! And before I was sad, and now I'm happy. Oh the irony!! Peter is so kind and understanding, just like I hoped he would be. Oh, and he's a Superhero.
I gave birth to a girl, and one glance and I knew that she was different. Dad says that she has three types of blood in her body: Part human, part Takinyo, and part Superhero. And that's is SO rare.
Takinyo blood from me, human blood from Dad, and Superhero blood from Peter.
I know that her life would be in danger, but I will do everything to keep her safe.
I named her Catherine. I also decided to give her a watcher on 2nd grade, to keep an eye and protect her. Her name is Joan. She might not be able to keep an eye on her 24/7, but at least most of the time she does.
I know that one day, they will take her. It's natural for all Takinyos, Superheroes, and especially Fattees. But Fattees are only so few, maybe only 5 in the whole world. Maybe less than that.
Oh, today's my birthday!! I guess I'm happier than last time. I dont hate my birthday anymore, because I married Peter on my birthday. It doesn't remind me of the death. Anymore.

I think it stops here. Maybe.
I heard a knocking on my door. I quickly threw the diary under my bed and grabbed my phone, pretending I was talking to Joan.
"Come in, Mom."
"Cath? What are you doing? Say bye to Joan now. There's school tomorrow, and it's late."
I nodded and pretended to listen to Joan talk and said,"Okay, Joan. Bye, now. Goodnight."
Mom turned off the lights. I just remembered something.
"Wait Mom."
"Yeah?"
"Mom, there's no school tomorrow. It's Saturday tomorrow."
Mom stared at me for a while.
"Oh right. Either way, it's late and you should sleep."
"Okay. Goodnight."
I took the diary again and turned on my flashlight.
What does this all mean??
A watcher? Joan? My watcher?
I'm a Fattee? What is Fattee? What kind of word is Fattee. It's like saying I'm Fat.
Joan is STALKING me?! Is she?! Sourdude? Peter, Dad is a Superhero?
I don't even know where Dad is. He left/died when I was three.
Mom said he died in a carcrash, but now I don't believe her. It's lies. ALL lies.
And I'm rare? Fattees are rare? It sounds weird, like saying that there are only five fat people in the world.
I have three types of blood??
This is all so hard to understand.
I switched the flashlight off and put the diary under my bed.
I'll try to sleep. I have so many questions in my mind. And none of them are answered.

(Hallo! How is the story? Do you like it? Please comment and tell me if I have any wrong grammar or wrong spellings! I think this chapter is long. Is it? Hope you like it guys!)