A/n: I only own Rachel, Andy, and their father, nothing else so please don't sue.
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Dear Journal,
My name is Rachel Rocio Romero. Sometimes people call me Dre, but usually only my family, and only because in was my mom's nick name when she got older. I live with my Dad and older brother in Twinbrook, Maryland. My mom's friend used to live in the house next door, but now he's king of Atlantis. Mama was on the team that discovered Atlantis, and my Grandpa was on the team that brought back the Shepherd's Journal. Both of them were mechanics. I want to be one too, but my Poppy says it's real dangerous. Every time I try to tell him that if Mama could do it, I can, he changes the subject. I know why.
You see, my Mom was one of the best mechanics ever. Mr. Whitmore knew that and gave her the job on the team, even though she was still just a kid. I know I could do it too, but I can't, Poppy's scared that he'll loose me too. I guess I should explain before you get the idea that he's the bad guy.
My Mom was the Chief Mechanic for Team Atlantis after my Grandpa retired. After the team discovered Atlantis, they still did other things. Once, Vinny told me the fought this huge snow monster to save Queen Kida and to get some spear back. Anyway, their last expedition, together as a team, was just over ten years ago. The team heard reports of there being another sea monster off the coast of Greece, so they went down to take a look. Well, it was a sea monster, though I can't remember which. Somehow, it destroyed one of the boilers in the engine room, and some of the crew were caught under the wreckage. Dr. Sweet and Mama went down to check it out. With one of the boilers gone, the others started malfunctioning. Mama tried to fix them while Dr. Sweet helped the crew. The rest of the boilers blew up, and then the engine exploded. Only about twenty people made it off the ship, most of the team came back.
King Milo brought back Mama's hat, he said that she never took the blasted thing off, and I still have it, and I never take it off either. I was hardly six when it happened, and I don't remember much of it, but I do have one of the last taken pictures of the team. My Mom's kneeling next to Mole and Vinny, in front of King Milo and Dr. Sweet. Cookie and Mrs. Packard retired, but they're in the picture too, along with Mr. Whitmore's Grandson, Daniel. Mama's wearing her hat.
That's why Poppy doesn't me or Andy to get involved with the team. We visit King Milo and Queen Kida every now and again. They have two daughters, one about nineteen, and the other's seventeen. I think their names, nick names at least, are Mia and Jule. I couldn't remember their names if I tried. I'm really bad at that sort of stuff.
Vinny got me this journal for my sixteenth birthday last week. I asked him what I was supposed to write in it, and he told me I could write about anything. I could write my own stories, ones about Mama, or even about Fluffy, the family cat.
I didn't really see the point, but I guess it's like a confidant, where I can write down all of my secrets. I don't have many, but I do have some so I guess that's what it's for.
I've got to get to the museum for work, but hey, it's cool. I don't care if I have to work fixing the cooling system every time it breaks. It means I'm a mechanic.
Hasta Luego!
Dre
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Ok, please, RR! Poor Fluffy, she's gotta be like twenty something.....
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Dear Journal,
My name is Rachel Rocio Romero. Sometimes people call me Dre, but usually only my family, and only because in was my mom's nick name when she got older. I live with my Dad and older brother in Twinbrook, Maryland. My mom's friend used to live in the house next door, but now he's king of Atlantis. Mama was on the team that discovered Atlantis, and my Grandpa was on the team that brought back the Shepherd's Journal. Both of them were mechanics. I want to be one too, but my Poppy says it's real dangerous. Every time I try to tell him that if Mama could do it, I can, he changes the subject. I know why.
You see, my Mom was one of the best mechanics ever. Mr. Whitmore knew that and gave her the job on the team, even though she was still just a kid. I know I could do it too, but I can't, Poppy's scared that he'll loose me too. I guess I should explain before you get the idea that he's the bad guy.
My Mom was the Chief Mechanic for Team Atlantis after my Grandpa retired. After the team discovered Atlantis, they still did other things. Once, Vinny told me the fought this huge snow monster to save Queen Kida and to get some spear back. Anyway, their last expedition, together as a team, was just over ten years ago. The team heard reports of there being another sea monster off the coast of Greece, so they went down to take a look. Well, it was a sea monster, though I can't remember which. Somehow, it destroyed one of the boilers in the engine room, and some of the crew were caught under the wreckage. Dr. Sweet and Mama went down to check it out. With one of the boilers gone, the others started malfunctioning. Mama tried to fix them while Dr. Sweet helped the crew. The rest of the boilers blew up, and then the engine exploded. Only about twenty people made it off the ship, most of the team came back.
King Milo brought back Mama's hat, he said that she never took the blasted thing off, and I still have it, and I never take it off either. I was hardly six when it happened, and I don't remember much of it, but I do have one of the last taken pictures of the team. My Mom's kneeling next to Mole and Vinny, in front of King Milo and Dr. Sweet. Cookie and Mrs. Packard retired, but they're in the picture too, along with Mr. Whitmore's Grandson, Daniel. Mama's wearing her hat.
That's why Poppy doesn't me or Andy to get involved with the team. We visit King Milo and Queen Kida every now and again. They have two daughters, one about nineteen, and the other's seventeen. I think their names, nick names at least, are Mia and Jule. I couldn't remember their names if I tried. I'm really bad at that sort of stuff.
Vinny got me this journal for my sixteenth birthday last week. I asked him what I was supposed to write in it, and he told me I could write about anything. I could write my own stories, ones about Mama, or even about Fluffy, the family cat.
I didn't really see the point, but I guess it's like a confidant, where I can write down all of my secrets. I don't have many, but I do have some so I guess that's what it's for.
I've got to get to the museum for work, but hey, it's cool. I don't care if I have to work fixing the cooling system every time it breaks. It means I'm a mechanic.
Hasta Luego!
Dre
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Ok, please, RR! Poor Fluffy, she's gotta be like twenty something.....