Written Evidence

From the diary of Maggie Strong:

September 26th, 2067

Hi. This is Maggie. I feel kinda weird, like I'm trapped between choosing a chilli dog and a double scoop of fudge ripple at Flitzy's. You know, like you like them both but they're on different standards, dessert and comfort food? Well, that's how I'm feeling. It's been six long dusty years – I'm fifteen and a half now, so the last time I opened a page of you, I was, um, wait a minute…nine and a half? Yeah. I feel like I'm still a little girl, writing in you, but I have no choice, because I HAVE to spill my guts or I'll choke.

Well, here they are: today, I fell in love. It's weird, because if I finish the sentence…well, I fell in love with a red-nosed, blue-lipped, orange-haired farm rookie who was sneezing his nose off during the race. I could hear him over the headset: "Achoo. Ah-ah-Achoo! And then I could almost see his helmet flying up, up, shattering the glass. And that was when I was like, woot, girl, you like him. And I was like, huh? I've liked him since he ejected from his old scrap plane! And then I retorted Hah! See, you DO like him! An di think I'm going retarded, because which Metajets/ARC racer pilot/ARC Chairman's one and only growing up Mag-pie-slash-daughter falls in desperate, heedless love with a flu-infested rookie? Not me, I thought, but now things can go anywhere, because as you see I'm talking to myself. Well, to my diary.

So, to get to the point, yeah: I. Fell. In. Love. With. Johnny. Miller.

Actually, I've pretty much liked him since the day he came, but this was different. I don't really know how to explain it. Before, I was contented with just flirting (occasionally) or making him jealous, or even just shutting my mouth/planning a prank on him with Zak, but, please, I said, Move ON, Maggie! I'm growing up, and so is he, and – I'm not sure, but I guess he pretty much feels the same way. It's nearly eleven, I'm sleepy, and my hand wants to fall off, so good night.

Erm, uh, Love, Maggie/ Mag-pie (even though I hate that)/ Maggster/ Mag.

From the diary of Johnny Strong:

September 26th, 2067

Dear Diary,

I haven't written anything in you since 10 years ago, right? And look at you, if diaries had ages scales (like some experts say dogs have), you'd be like… seriously ancient by now. Well, I have something to confide in you today and I swear that if I don't tell or write it to someone, I'll be like, all stressed. And brain-dead.

This morning, I have to go join an ARC race that I really don't want participate in. I caught a cold! Come on, how am I supposed to fly if my eyes can't see anything (because of the blurry sight that comes with colds)? But no! I was forced to fly! I'm telling you, if I hadn't drank like… ten gallons of hot coffee before the race, I'd have had to die among those jets!

And what caused the cold? Well, it was all thanks to Zak! Thanks a lot, bud! He told me to wait for him in some confounded parking area and yes, I waited, stood there for 3 hours under the rain (without shelter or an umbrella) until he called me and apologized. "Sorry Johnny, I have some more important things to do. Catch you tomorrow and if you're still waiting, go home! I hear over the radio we got some sick rains." Man, if you'd just said that 3 hours earlier!

And today, I finished in… last place. Of course I was seriously ashamed to meet any of them! And then what happened next? Metajets mission! Excuse me if this is rude (if it is, it's a heck of a lot more polite than your nasty remarks), but why don't you "Ravens" go back to your confounded nest? I'm tired, please just let me rest for a few darn hours and I'll do anything you say (no not really. Do I look that senile to you?)! I shot. I missed. I got an ear-full from Captain Strong and Trey ! I have always respected them but excuse me, I am horribly SICK! Are you blind? I already told you, didn't you see my nose turning red? My lips turning purple? And all of you – you've turned a simple cold into influenza!

So, my dear diary, I've decided! Right! I will skip the first ARC race for the first time in my whole life! NOT EVEN Maggie can pull me out of my sweet and warm and comfortable bed. Seriously, I'll sleep right away!

PS: Did I say that even Maggie can't pull me out of my bed? Well, if it's her and not the other guys, I'll try my best to get up (shhh) .