A/N: I reckoned that it was 1994ish when it was T2. This is 3 years from
now, and so John is 13. Just to let you know, I just saw the Terminator 2,
I haven't seen T1 or even all of T2 I don't think..I think that USA (the
network) left out some parts so I am going by the script Oh, I'm just going to do one
or two journal writings, not a lot. And it's supposed to sound like a 13-
year old boy is writing it, but it may not because I'm not a 13-year old
boy. Tell me what you think by REVIEWING!
John Connor's Journal
August 29, 1997
Mom told me to write in this journal every day after the (now cancelled) Judgment Day. Personally, I think journals are a piece of shit. But, since mom wants me to do it so much, I may as well. Maybe not everyday, though. I asked Mom what I should write about in this, and she said to write about the Terminator. I miss him. He was really the closest thing to a father I ever had, and he's a machine. How can you love a machine? Wait- I just said I loved him! Actually, I do. Why couldn't he have stayed with us? I mean, no one would ever find out that he was a machine, especially if we kept it a secret really good. I figure I'll never see him again...but maybe I will, because I sent him back in time so how can I send him back if I don't see him ever again? All that future stuff really blows your mind. Like how can my real dad come back, if I sent him, when I wasn't even born? I'm really glad we stopped Judgment Day. Mom keeps telling me, "Every day from this day is a gift. Use it well!" She's drunk, too, today. She's been celebrating all day, and by celebrating, I mean drinking anything in sight.
I wish the Terminator was still alive. God dammit, look at me! I'm writing like I'm some sissy! I'm John Connor, head of the Resistance, for God's sake! I'm getting outta here before I become into a girly-girl!
Later,
John
John Connor's Journal
August 29, 1997
Mom told me to write in this journal every day after the (now cancelled) Judgment Day. Personally, I think journals are a piece of shit. But, since mom wants me to do it so much, I may as well. Maybe not everyday, though. I asked Mom what I should write about in this, and she said to write about the Terminator. I miss him. He was really the closest thing to a father I ever had, and he's a machine. How can you love a machine? Wait- I just said I loved him! Actually, I do. Why couldn't he have stayed with us? I mean, no one would ever find out that he was a machine, especially if we kept it a secret really good. I figure I'll never see him again...but maybe I will, because I sent him back in time so how can I send him back if I don't see him ever again? All that future stuff really blows your mind. Like how can my real dad come back, if I sent him, when I wasn't even born? I'm really glad we stopped Judgment Day. Mom keeps telling me, "Every day from this day is a gift. Use it well!" She's drunk, too, today. She's been celebrating all day, and by celebrating, I mean drinking anything in sight.
I wish the Terminator was still alive. God dammit, look at me! I'm writing like I'm some sissy! I'm John Connor, head of the Resistance, for God's sake! I'm getting outta here before I become into a girly-girl!
Later,
John