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Raven was sitting on her bed, staring at the book in her hands. "I can't just go around asking who the diary belongs to. Anyone could say it's theirs. The only way I'll really know who it belongs to would be to read it…" Raven says, and then she slowly opens the old diary and flips to the second page. A couple of words were misspelled and it was all hand written which made it a little hard to read, but Raven understood that what was written was this:
Mom and dad think that they may have finally found the area where those weird gorillas are, so we're going tomorrow to find them. I'm looking forward to it, but I also have a bad feeling about this, and for the first time in a long while, I'm wondering if it's safe.
This didn't help Raven understand who this person was at all. All she knew so far was that he/she had parents who wanted to find some "weird" gorillas, and that he/she was excited but worried, and that this person didn't worry about safety very often, and that this was the persons first diary. She didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, she didn't know the person's age, she really didn't even know the person's name. What did G.L. mean? First and last name, or last and first name, what order was it in? Or was G.L. the initials of the person's alias? Maybe one more page…after all, they were small pages…. Raven turned to the third page:
After having breakfast, I, mom, dad, and six guys from the camp are in the woods, we're still looking for the gorillas, but I think we're getting close.
Well, that still wasn't helpful. Raven turned to the fourth page, which seemed different; the hand writing was easier to read and most of the words were spelled correctly. "Maybe the person stopped writing and now this person is older?" Raven asks herself as she began reading:
It's been a while since I wrote in this diary, but I have a reason for that. I'm now ten, and it's been two years since the last time I wrote in this. But time to explain, we had found those rare gorillas...but were attacked. While I and mom ran…and dad and six other men stayed and fought, I was bitten. Later when dad made it back to the camp we found out that I had a serious illness called Sakutia from the bite. To save me, my parents attempted to cure me with a new serum, which gave me the powers I have now. And of course, made me look the way I do. Gorilla Grodd (the one who bit me) followed the blood trail to my bite mark and killed my…parents. Some may think that it's crazy to assume an eight-year old could have prevented this, but I could have.
Raven stared at the book, which she still was unsure of who owned it; despite all the information she had just been given. What kind of powers did this person have? What did this person look like? How did this person manage on his/her own at the age of eight? And how did this person expect to be able to stop what happened?
Raven glanced at the clock on the wall. "9:18…how did it get so late?" She asks herself, though it wasn't that surprising, time didn't stop just because you weren't paying attention. She put the diary on the desk by her bed, and then covered up, realizing that she was tired.
But she didn't fall asleep that easily. She still had a lot of things on her mind. Who was this person? That one thought was the thought that was louder than the rest. She now knew this person had power, and was most likely mature, probably smart too, and this person probably didn't look normal. But what kind of power did this person have? And what did this person look like?
"I'll find out tomorrow." Raven told herself, shutting her eyes.
Alright, so this chapter is also kind of small, but if its good, then that's all that matters, right? :)
Guessed who the diary belongs to yet? Yes? No? Well, if you don't know yet then you'll find out soon, but if you do know then smile evilly and don't tell anyone.
"I know who it belongs to, and no one else does!" *smiles evilly* "And I'm not going to tell anyone!" *evil laughter that fades after a while*
