4 September 2011
School starts up again tomorrow. I could not be any happier than I am at this moment. Having to go to school is the greatest privilege I most likely shall ever get. That is how much I love it. It gives me the perfect excuse to get away from my mental parents. All summer long they kept me from doing anything the least bit productive just because they wanted to train me to be a perfect spy so I can befriend some kid named Leo Francis Dooley Davenport (that really is his name) and gather information about Donald Davenport and his inventions. Apparently Donald has no clue that my parents essentially want his brain so they can become the most powerful people in the world, which means I can go over to Leo's house and not be considered a threat if their "befriend Leo quickly and efficiently" plan works. My parents kind of sound like Loki; except for the whole God of Asgard part. They do think they have a glorious purpose though. Or at least they will, after I help them destroy Donald's life by stealing his research and ideas. Donald is probably going to be an extremely nice person as well, and my parents want to ruin him. They are so cruel.
AN: What you have just read is a journal entry prologue to a story I'm considering writing. If you find it the least bit interesting, I'd love to know. Constructive criticism appreciated and welcome.