To be me he told me

Diary entry 19 – I don’t know if this counts as a book, and I’m very afraid. They were here. The people with the mask and the fire, they all were here. They just busted in to the house and looked for my grandpa. I didn’t hear what they were screaming at and it was all sudden. I ran out of my room to see what was going on and they all surrounded my grandpa. My mom and dad ran at me to take me away, but I just wanted to help. Grandpa started screaming about the books he had. I was still trying to get to him, but mother just wouldn’t let me go. She finally slipped and I ran as fast as I could. But it was too late. I see my grandpa lying on the ground with the books over him. Fire spreading fast than water in a tsunami. The intensity of his shrieking would make anyone shiver. The very last memory I had of him was him burning away, perishing. His finals last words were towards me, No matter what anyone does or what they say, don’t change for anyone and… Then he looked in no pain. Lying there dead with a whisper. I faintly heard what he said and it was the most anyone has ever given me when it comes to life. His true dying last words were… be you. That’s when they ran out, the people with the mask. Realizing the fire spreading to fast, I tried to run, but it caught me. My dad hid this book from them as they ran out. This will be that last time I hide my individuality from people. My grandpa told me to do something as he died, and I intend to fulfill his request to the day I die.

Why are people cruel

Diary entry 47 - People criticize when they should mind their own business. I hate people and I don’t care if they hate me anymore. They think they can just change people however that want, but the way they want it is not how they’re going to get it. They can’t change me just because I’m different from the rest. They have to learn to accept it and move on. People think physically hurting me is going to change me, but it will change my mood pretty quick if they want to punch them back. This isn’t going to be a normal punch to the gut. This has gone on too long and they are still bullying me. I swear, the next time the touch me, it’s going to be a punch straight across the face. I was taught to be the way I am, and it’s going to stay that way. No matter how many boarding schools they send me to, I’m still going to have my personality. My grandpa told me to be myself and that’s how it’s going to be for the rest of my life. People need to learn that telling me to not be me is not going to work. People get on my nerves so much! Sometimes I just wish that the fire fighters would just burn them like they burned my grandpa. They would burn them for no reason just like him. Except this time, the fire fighters will be on my side. In the end, I will have the flamethrower and burn the kids. They will ignite as if I just ignited a book. The flame will catch and quickly burn. They should have known who they were messing with before they have done anything. I am not a person that takes revenge lightly. Not, at, all.

Things look different

Diary entry 53 - Has anyone noticed the slight changes that has been going on through the city? The billboards keep getting longer my dad told me. I think I would notice them getting larger, but the more I look, the more I realize he is telling the truth. If something so simple is changing, is the entire world changing without anyone else noticing? People need to start being more aware of what’s going on throughout the world. If the small things are changing without anyone noticing, are they going to up the ante and move on to the bigger thing in life? Maybe they will actually be noticeable and people will start standing up for what they think should be right. I believe that if this happens, the people will start making the upper body change everything back. There are many people that don’t fit this description and they will be either afraid of change, or go with the change and just not care. Either way, the upper body shouldn’t be changing anything without the words of people. Fire fighters use to save people from fire and now they burn people alive with the fire because they have possession of books. The fact that these things change means the world is changing. I wouldn’t be surprised if the world is actually at war and the upper body is keeping this information from us too. If they keep this much information, I wonder what else could be happening and secretly being kept without anyone else knowing what is going on in the world. Someone needs to gain new control that gets people involved with the community. It’s our community and we want what’s best for us and right now, that would be knowledge or insight of what’s going on throughout the world. We need more information of what’s going on.

The new start

Diary entry 1 – The fire fighters found my old diary and apparently it counts as a book. I don’t know why books are so off limits. They act like they could be loaded guns and actually kill people. IF they were so dangerous, why were they actually made? The upper body hide so much, yet tell so little. The fact that people don’t want or need information is so frustrating. How do people live without knowing anything important in their life? That is like going on a vacation, but knowing nothing about the vacation itself and just go along with the ride. People need to learn to ask questions and be more aware of their surroundings, because this is becoming a huge problem for us. Something is going to happen in the future because of the upper body, and when it happens, it is going to be disastrous. The upper body most likely has a plan to wipe us out and take over what is left like we are just slaves waiting to be owned. Honestly, I can’t wait for us to leave this town, and trust me, when I say I do not want to come back, I will not even want to come back. Not if they changed everything about the place. That includes the upper body, the people themselves, the information we are allowed to have, or even actually having books. The reason I have to hide my diary everywhere I go is a bit overwhelming. I feel like if this falls out, my life is over, just like my last diary. This will be downfall of expressing my emotions, because when I fell something, I can’t help but not discuss it. As if all I want to do is talk for a million years, yet I always write down everything. Mainly because people won’t listen to a girl with emotional issues, but I feel like that is what makes conversations more interesting

The day is here

Dairy entry 38 – My parents finally decided to let me go to the other cities by myself. I always wanted to feel like a responsible adult, and now I finally can make my own decisions. My mother let me drive the other family car while we go look at other cities. They didn’t like the fact that they were to many rules, so they told the upper body they were going to move. Well, today is the day. We are parked in our driveway right at this very moment about to leave. It’s been a couple of minutes now, but we are at a stop light. I figured I could right while I wait for a few seconds. The day is going great so… far and I feel all alone with no-one telling me what I can and can’t do. The only rule is to follow my parents. Writing every other stop light feels exhilarating. I can write anything ad do anything and say anything, and the best part is no one can stop me. The other guy saw me while I was writing a few stop lights ago. He quickly got on his phone and now I am worried. What if he called the upper body, or worse the firemen? They were never nice to my family and I’m sure they aren’t going to start being nice now. I don’t want anything to happen to me. There has been a semi-truck following me around. No matter where I go he is following me and I can’t help but be scared. He just pulled up right next to me. He looks really suspicious with that mask on, as if he is a fire fighter. I have to let my parents know I am going to go somewhere else for now. I have to lose him before anything bad happens. He keeps cutting me off and just went really far back behind me. Now he is speeding up and I can’t move at a stop light. He is right behind me and he is not slowing D........