Day 3

A Chapter by Foxembers

Impepho 13, Year 17

Dear Diary,

Today is the day I will start writing like it's a novel or something instead of just me spilling words on the page. So here we go. I think I'll start with chapter two, acn count yesterday as the first chapter.

Hi. So nothing really happened today. I just figured I should write a few things. As well as get myself started on writing like a normal book. Oh yeah! I also wanted to explain about Lina's powers. So she is what you would think of as a very traditional princess. She has all those princess stereotype powers, such as animals coming when she sings, men falling in love with her (especially since--as I said before she looks like everyone's ideal type) and trying to save her, as well as, weirdly enough, people randomly bursting into song around her. Yup.

Now that I've done that I can tell you about my day. Kade sent me a text saying he would come over later to question me, not looking forward to that. It's really awkward to tell people that the reason they have to risk their lives for some random quest is because of me. I really don't want to have to do that, especially since I've only ever done it once--oh wait, twice--before (though, I don't really like to talk about the first time). Plus, that other time was with Lina, and honestly I don't think she counts. I mean she does work for a Crime Gang. Also, she is unfazed by anything. Like this morning she looked in the needed object bag, which I got mad at her about later, but that's beside the point, and she pulled out a gun. Like, who needs a FREAKING GUN?!?!?!? TOASTED WAFFLES!!! Well, apparently her. Seriously though, that is not normal. I'm really worried for whatever reason she'd needed it.

Especially since she left after lunch when she'd gotten a text from her boss and she told me, "Sorry, I'll be back tomorrow. I've just got some trash to take out. Like seriously, WHO IS SHE KILLING?!?! Why can't I just have normal friends? I'm sobbing on my bed bemoaning my poor poor fate. Left to this utter and awful life where the only real friend I've had here is basically an assassin for a group who's probably dong some illegal crime right now at this very moment and I... need to freaking calm down. Sheesh I don't even know what is with me today. I have just been out of it. I can't really concentrate on this but I know I should and...*sighing in defeat*.

By the way does this seem more like a real book or is it too journaly still? Actually the real question here is why am I asking you? Like, really, you can't even talk back to me. You are some random person reading my journal. but whatever, you may respond to my semi-rhetorical questions despite the years that lay between us and the fact that you are answering a book. Moving on though.

"So, what do you want to talk about, myself?"

"I don't know, Azacia. What do you want to talk about?"

"That is a fabulous question Azacia. But if I am being completely honest with you I have no idea." *Happy Gasp*

"Well that's great cause I do! So we are going to talk about ducks. I don't have any pressing reason except that I want to talk about ducks. So you get no choice, we are talking about ducks."

"Well...okay, ummm... ducks it is."

"Great! So, ducks. Azacia? What do you like about ducks?"

"I don't know much of anything about ducks Azacia. I know they quack, they look similar to chickens but with webbed feet, longer necks, and a longer and wider beak."

"Well, that's okay cause I now plenty! I know that-"

Nope. Nope...I'm done. As an excuse, I was trying to test out writing dialogue. We are never going to speak of this again though. Got it? Anyway. I guess that is enough writing to satisfy me. See you later!

Azacia

P.S. To explain the part about the waffles, I have decided instead of other words I am going to use foods and other items/words to express anger, excitement, etc. An example being, "Shortcake you strawberry tart!" So...there you have it.

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