Journal
Entry 42: December 31, 2067
It's the last day of
the year, a new chapter in my book is about to begin. It's been hard this past
year, after losing my parents in the car crash and did I tell you that my
grandparents died a few weeks ago? Well, my whole world has been flipped upside
down. Sometimes I wonder to myself, 'Is there even a God?', because if there
were why would these things happen to me. I thought God was there for a reason,
to protect us and to give us a life. Now, there is nothing that can make my
life better, it's like a tragic story, my life keeps becoming worse by the
second.
Anyways, the flying car has just been
invented, everyone is going crazy for those things! They are at the top in the
market right now. I am so excited because Jessica, my legal guardian, said she
was going to buy me one for my 16th birthday, which is coming up in a week!
I've decided that I'm going to get a black Mercedes-Benz Flying Car. After the
death of my family, something actually brought my mood back up for a second.
There really hasn't
been much that's happening in my life now. I'm on winter break and school is
about to start in about five days…. Now that I think about it, there is
something that I've been wanting to tell you. At first, I didn't want to write
in a journal, because I thought it would be too childish. Now that I have
written in it for the past year, I feel like it's a great way to share my
thoughts with someone (even if that someone isn't real). So, I just wanted to
thank you journal, for coming into my life, even if it's one of the weaker and
sadder of times.
~Storm
Journal
Entry 43: January 1st, 2068
A new year, a new
life, a new me. My new year's resolution is…well, I haven't really thought
about one yet (note to self: think about a new year's resolution). Looking back
at the year that I have fought though. It's been hard to overcome the death of
my family, whether it was my mom, dad, grandpa or grandma, they were all very
close to my heart. The thought of never seeing them every again, frightens me.
As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I found a little box in my room. I never
knew I still had it. The box was given to me by my dad for my 8th birthday. I
always kept my most valuable items in it. I took a peek into the box to see if
their was still anything inside of it. That's when I saw it. The picture… the
picture of me and my parents. I looked at the photograph so carefully, I
noticed every detail and things that I haven't paid close attention to before.
Tears started running down my cheeks. I cried in my room, thinking of the times
I spent with my family while hoping for those years to come back.
I was outside in my
backyard that peaceful night. I lay their looking at the stars gleaming in the
moon light. A shooting star flew above my head, so gracefully yet so quickly. I
wished for that one moment to come back in my life. A moment in which I know
that I will see my parent, one last time. All I wanted was to be with my
parents, I didn't care what would happen to this life I live, I didn't care
what extremes I'd had to face for this to happen. I had to see them, face to
face, eye to eye. I had to see my parents, one last time.
~Storm
Journal
Entry 44: January 17, 2068
Sorry I haven't been
able to write in you for a while journal, but I was pretty busy with my Sweet
16 and everything. I am super excited. I got my driver's license just a few
days ago. My birthday was awesome and I can't wait for tomorrow. Why? Tomorrow is
when I get to take out my new car out for a test drive! Anyways, I have a bunch
of homework, a new semester new classes. I'll write again in a few days! Ahhhh…
So excited! (:
~Storm
The
headlines in the newspaper the very next day:
The
flying car has just been released, but is it as cool as everybody says it is? This morning, a girl who looked about fifteen to sixteen years of age was found
dead by a park. It looks like she has crash landed, the flying car must have
had a small malfunction. This girl's name was Storm Brennan, 'A local girl with
big dream.' a source says. The police have reported the accident to her
guardian Jessica Alden, just a few hours ago. We are very sorry for your loss.
Storm will certainly be missed, there is no doubt about that, and may she rest
in peace.
Storm
Brennan (2052-2068)
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