Chapter One: T.G.

A Chapter by Jagdish Twigg

Get to know T.G. and how she came across a journal of an unknown guy.

---CHAPTER ONE: T.G.---

Hi. My name's not of importance; you can call me "Tree Girl", or "T.G." My age is not important either... I'm just T.G.

You may be wondering why I call myself that. Well, to put your curiosities at ease, I'll explain a little story.

When I was younger, I walked along the river in "Cherry Forest" an awful lot. It was beautiful in the summer, calm in autumn, frozen in winter, and promising in spring. (It's really a shame they cut every tree down in that forest a while ago, but that's besides the point.) So when I walked down the river, I always thought about my life. What was in my future? How do I make sense of the presence? How do I get over the past? You get the picture. However, my thoughts immediately stopped when I came across a wondrous, huge, beautiful tree. At the time, it was winter, so there wasn't many leaves, but that didn't take away its breath-taking feature. I smiled as I looked up to it in the sky, and that's when I noticed a plastic bag with something in it on a tall branch.

"What is that?" I asked myself.

I stared at it for what seemed hours.

I would take a step back, squint my eyes, and try to focus on what was in it. Then I would try to shake the branches closest to me so I could possibly get it off the twig that was attached to the tree.

After a long time, I decided that I would give up. Walking away, however, fate made a huge U-turn.

*Crinkle*Crinkle*PLUMP*

Startled, I turned around, almost giving myself whip-lash. I noticed the plastic bag was no longer on the tree.

It was on the ground in front of me.

At this point, you'd think that I would lose interest and question why I was even intrigued in the first place. However, that's not what happened. In fact, I had turned anxious to see what was in the plastic bag and hopefully find out why it was stuck in a tree. I picked up the bag by the handles and peeped inside of it.

There was a black leather journal inside.

Now I just got more confused... How did such an expensive journal end up in a plastic bag on the tallest branch of a majestic tree? At this point, I HAD to open up to the first page.

"This journal belongs to Jerimiah 'Brody' Michaelson" was clearly written on the coffee-stained paper.

This is when my whole life changed.