Rosser Kenneth was a nerdy, Year 7 boy that nobody really cared for. His parents were exceptional, except for one thing. They were, way too bossy. I know. That sounds like something a kid would say, but I'm not lying. I'm 34 years old, and I can still state that. They were thought of great, sensible adults for ordinary business people but god-damn hell for children. And being a single child, Rosser was definitely happy to say that he was the most imaginative and creative in the entire house. Both good news and bad news. He was so fulfilled with dreams that, his parents thought him crazy, and planned on driving him to the asylum. What's even worse is that Rosser was a perfectly normal child. On second thought, well, maybe not, but it was perfectly normal to dream. Every child dreams, and one that does not have no meaning in life. Anyway, long story short—the parents wanted to get rid of him.

But first, an introduction on the Rosser Kenneth and his family. A beginning. Of course. Let's get started on the family first, shall we? Miss Kenneth was the most sensible woman in the house (Well, also because she was the only woman in the house) with a fine taste of furniture and style. The house always had to be clean and neat and tidy. She did normal, mother things of course. Gossiping with the neighbors, drinking refined tea, complaining about the smell of cigarettes that Rosser's father smoked. Mister Kenneth was the most sensible man in the house. He read newspapers, went to work, and drank coffee and smoked cigarettes. With that the house smelled like ashes and cinders. Duncer was the house dog. A ruffled, fluffy, gray dog. It did normal dog things. Grow fond of its owners, staying loyal, trying to chase after birds, barking loudly at 4:05 AM. And then there was Rosser Birch Kenneth, the most not-normal living being in the house. We can't call him human, because based on his actions, he's not. He tried running into the forest and become the leader of the wolves and came home covered with scratches and blood. Another time he tried stealing all the candy from Mr. Benjamin's shop. But anyways, he had a good heart despite all that. It just was that nobody would believe him. As you could probably guess already, they were a perfectly normal family (except Rosser) but there was something about Miss Kenneth and Mister Kenneth. They did things that normal parents would never do. They shouted at each other. Screaming. Throwing knives. Crying. Shouting. Hitting.

One day some people came and decided that it was best to send the child away to somewhere safe where his parents couldn't hurt him. And they knew just the place to send him. Gravity Falls Oregon. The strange, monster invested place. Some sort of thing called "Weird-maggedon" happened there, and they thought it was well enough to say that they would send their weird son to a weird place. Nothing could go wrong. NOTHING. Besides, his nice granny lived there, and she would protect him with any cost. And our story begins with packing up and leaving. Rosser wasn't told why he was going away from home, or for how long, or where he was going. But Rosser knew that his parents were going somewhere normal people didn't go, and as much as he knew, it wasn't a good thing for him, and that he would be sent away to a place called "Gravity Falls Oregon" tomorrow. Maybe an adventure would be awaiting. But before he could adventure, he had to pack. He stuffed his teddy-bear and comic books inside.

Today was his last day in California, and he wanted to make the best of it. And so, Rosser decided to go to the comic book store and buy the latest comics by DC. He was determined to get another Batman comic, or maybe he would be able to get his hands on one of the Marvel ones, with Spider-Man in it. Rosser ran out the door, and down the streets that were invested with pedestrians, walking to and fro. And then Rosser burst into the tiny book filled shop. The old, wrinkly counted man raised his glasses and smiled. "Ah, there he is. That little Dip-Stick Stealer boy. My friend, what can I get for you?" Rosser grin expanded wilder. "Hey, Mr. Minter. Can I get the latest comics, please?"

The old man disappeared behind the counter, and soon arrived back with about 12 comics. "Here you go son." The boy dipped into his pockets, searching for his money. "Oh no, son, it's yours for free." For free? Nobody ever gave him things for free. He was so surprised, even though it was his best-friend. All the kids at school laughed at him for making friends with an 86-year-old, but Young Kenneth didn't give a single damn if it was the last thing he did. He had a person who actually cared about him, and it didn't matter what age. As long as they respected him, Rosser was happy to respect them. "T-Thank you." "Heard you're moving away from your parents, eh?" The boy felt guilt flooding down his throat. He was never going to see his friend again. "Um…Yeah. I don't know if I'm coming back."

Mr. Minter bowed his head. "Well boy, I guess this is goodbye. I got something for ya, wait a second." The old man disappeared behind the counted once more, and soon came up with two thick looking books. "Here you go son. This one is my latest book that I wrote myself." The young boy's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You finished it?! And you're giving it to me?!" The man nodded. "This one is my first published copy. I didn't even promote it yet, and it's for you." "Thanks!" Rosser looked down as his copy, with a bright label writing "The Innocent Child" on it. "And here, is a book I found in the nearby forest." He held out a rusty, leather book. It had a gold plate on it, shaped like a hand…only that the gold hand had six fingers, with the letter 3 on it. "Found it on a walk yesterday night. Was only gonna look for berries when this old thing fell from the sky! I looked up, and nothing was there!" See, this was the reason why Mr. Minter was his friend. He was the only man in town who could talk of such extravagant stories, but yet nobody would believe him, just the same scenario that Rosser had. All they had was each other, and they could trust each other 101%.

"Thanks, Mr. Minter. I'll…I'll never forget you. How does that sound?" "Good enough indeed," the man chuckled, while pulling out a piece of paper from his uniform apron. "Here, son. Take this. It's got my address, my name and my phone number. Keep it. Call me if you want to." Rosser took the paper and slipped it into his jean pocket. "Thanks. I'll call you whenever I can, okay?" Mr. Minter nodded slowly, handed the boy the comics, and watched as the boy walked out of his bookstore for the last time ever.

"What a good boy. One day, he's gonna be a good man." Mr. Minter muttered under his breath. Rosser walked home, clutching the books he'd received. Cool! Twelve comics? Awesome! He'd already had about 81 already, and now he'd have about ninety. And the novel Mr. Minter had written. It was the first copy ever? He was totally going to read it. But there was something about the journal that got him excited. What was up with the 6 fingers? Something really weird was going on here. And the leather? It looked all ripped up. And the part that it fell from the sky? Well, that was a mystery for another day. Rosser went home and continued packing. He stuffed his new books into his bag and now it was overflowing with models, headphones, comics, and the two books he got from Mr. Minter. Just to clear things up, Rosser would've never known that the journal would bring him trouble of any kind. How wrong he was. There was millions of other mysteries to be solved in the very near future…