For as long as I can remember, I've been told I'm no good. That I shouldn't exist. That nobody wants me. Almost everyone in my life has told me that. And for the most part, I have believed them. Only one person I know actually think I'm worth anything; my uncle, Diggory. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be a statistic of youth tragedy by now. He writes to me often, and he once sent me a journal for Christmas; on the inside he wrote,"You have a story to be told; just make sure you live a life worth retelling and write a story worth reading." That journal is now in my suitcase, on a rack in the compartment of a train.
My mother finally snapped, and is sending me - with custody papers to be signed - to my uncle in the country, so that she doesn't have to deal with me anymore. I naturally couldn't be happier...but I still wonder if he'll be the same in person as he is in writing.I also wonder if I will be alone this summer...I know Uncle likes to keep to his studies; he said so in his letter when he accepted my visit.
I suppose I'll see when I get there. For now, the train is stopped in some city, Finchely, I think.
Almost a half of a day left until I get to Coombe, and get picked up by his head of the household, Mrs Macready. I've visited before, but this'll be the final trip up there if Mother has any say in it.I've been traveling for two days now, always by myself. I think I exude some kind of aura, that tells people to leave me alone, or something. I don't know. I guess I'll see what's what when I get to Coombe.
My mother finally snapped, and is sending me - with custody papers to be signed - to my uncle in the country, so that she doesn't have to deal with me anymore. I naturally couldn't be happier...but I still wonder if he'll be the same in person as he is in writing.I also wonder if I will be alone this summer...I know Uncle likes to keep to his studies; he said so in his letter when he accepted my visit.
I suppose I'll see when I get there. For now, the train is stopped in some city, Finchely, I think.
Almost a half of a day left until I get to Coombe, and get picked up by his head of the household, Mrs Macready. I've visited before, but this'll be the final trip up there if Mother has any say in it.I've been traveling for two days now, always by myself. I think I exude some kind of aura, that tells people to leave me alone, or something. I don't know. I guess I'll see what's what when I get to Coombe.