Chapter 6: Birthday Blues

Dear Journal:

I'm so fucking stupid!

I should've known! Now I know why Miraj was doing the things he wanted to do yesterday!

He didn't want to go to the park on the weekend, he wanted a good night's sleep for once.

I should've known!

How is it I'm so stupid not to realize why he did what he was doing?

Chapter 5: Parked at the Festival

Dear Journal:

Today was a holiday from school, for both me and Miraj. He really wanted to take advantage of the day off, it seemed.

He came in this morning and asked if I could take him to the park.

I asked him to tell my why. He said that there was a festival going on, but he wouldn't say anything else.

The damn festival had been going on since the season started. I wanted to know why it had to be today, and he couldn't just enjoy the day off and go there during the weekend.

"It has to be today," was all he kept saying.

Eventually, I dropped everything I was doing, and I took him to the stupid festival.

Turns out he had ulterior motives.

Chapter 4: Money is no Object

Dear Journal:

Bookstore job may pay crap, but I managed to save up enough get one of those...

Ah, what the hell do you call them? Chicken...thing. The thing chickens live in. I got one of those. Miraj wanted to try to help out with the finances, so I scraped together enough to get one of those things.

He got the idea pretty quick. Sell the good eggs, get rid of the nasty ones.

I honestly didn't think he'd get lucky.

Chapter 3: Due To The Dead

Dear Journal:

I took Miraj's advice, and decided to go to school.

I also forgot how much I hate field trips. Especially field trips to the cemetery.

What's so great about the place? It's full of dead people, like it always is.

The only thing that really changes is exactly how many there are in the place. I mean, just a short time ago, they added one.

Chapter 2: The Book Job

Dear Journal:

...I got a job today.

I had to find some way to make ends meet. I mean yeah, I can't exactly get something full-time. I mean, who the hell hires a teenager for that sort of thing?

But I guess I got the next best thing.

Apparently, a few morons in town are under the impression I still go to school.

Morons or not, though, at least they were willing to give me a job at the bookstore. And I guess I gotta take what I can get.

They did give me the job on one condition, though.