December 1, 1940
Dear Journal,
I am writing in this, to document my life, in hope that in the future people won't treat peculiars the way that they are now. My brother and I are peculiars, peculiar children to be exact. How it happened, we're not sure but my brother is telekinetic, he can move things with his mind, and I, can read minds.
We do have restrictions, Lloyd can only move what he see's, and I can only read minds if I lock eyes with the person.
But our peculiarity isn't what I wanted to start this off as. What I really want to say, is the way we're treated, and the way we're looked at shouldn't happen. We are human beings like everyone else. We're not going to suck out others brains, eat them and then move onto the next. We just want to live peacefully.
Unfortunatly, many people do not see what we peculiars see. They think of us as monsters. Even our own parents. James and Evelyn, Our birth parents are shipping us off to an orphanage or something like that. Some place where they wouldn't be mocked for having peculiar children in their home. I'm surprised they even kept us this long. With me turning 16 in three days. And Lloyd being 16 already. I guess it was only a matter of time.
Now, this journal and my pencil will follow me through out my journey.
Forever peculiar,
Judith.