So I was looking at what I wrote before and I admit I skipped some details. Okay, all the details. It's hard to write a story about yourself. So let me go back a little to fill you in. To a time where Lock was not yet my boyfriend, Johnny had yet to be born, and when Halloween was almost destroyed (my bad). It started about a year ago, I'd went into dad's library because I had wanted to ask him something-- I wish I could remember what-- but he wasn't there. I'd turned to leave when I noticed his old trunk was open. Let me be perfectly clear to you, he NEVER opens that thing. He says it's full of really dark forbidden stuff. I wondered why he'd open it for only a second before I was looking through it. Now that I'm thinking about it I don't think it was him that opened the trunk but anyway. He wasn't joking about dark stuff; this would make the toughest Halloweenlander vomit. Just remembering it makes me nauseous. There was one thing in there however that interested me, it was bound in some sort of weird leather and had a pentagram on the front.
(earlier that day)Excerpt from the journal of Linl
today sucked diary. it started off badly and just got worse from there. i over slept the alarm, was late for school (authors note: yes, there are schools in Halloween land-- the name of my school is pumpkin patch high GO GOBLINS!) and to top it all off i got made fun of. junior told them off and said i should just ignore them, but it had been a bad day and my temper got the best of me. so i took a swing at him, missed, and nearly got hit myself if it hadn't been for lock showing up and knocking him out. he's nice like that. i was going to thank him but then he said, "gentlemen don't pick fights with little girls." i know he was just joking like he always does, but that did it. I yelled, "I'M NOT LITTLE! AND I COULD HAVE HANDLED THIS MY SELF JERK!" shock and barrel looked like they were going to say something, but lock made a gesture that said "let it go". i know, i went a bit overboard considering he saved me from getting my butt kicked, but i hate being called little or short or most annoying of all tini. i'll apologize tomorrow. at least he didn't seem mad. now i feel like an idiot. hey, i have an idea, i'll have to ask dad about it. oh, mom's calling me, got to go.
(back in the library)
As soon as I touched the book, I felt a strange power, like I could rule the world. With this book no one would ever make fun of me again, and if they did I could kick their ass. So without even thinking I took the book. From now on I'm going to be the scariest ...
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