Sky High, The Diary of A 1st Year
September 3rd Woke up to shouting and fist hammering at my door, I cleansed and quickly changed. Depositing my belonging into my trunk and I had the cat held in one arm, Dad dragged my trunk down to the car. It was a cold morning, ice on the cobble streets as people clattered and clashed with their daily jobs.
After a long hectic car journey we arrived, I got nervous at the gateway between 9 & 10 to reach 9 ¾. Walking through a break wall for the first time was quite strange, can't say I've experienced the sensation before. The rain is bright red scarlet, with millions of compartments. I got a empty one to myself, it is a pleasant environment and here I sit quill in hand, parchment leaned against book and ink pot beside me.
September 3rd Woke up to shouting and fist hammering at my door, I cleansed and quickly changed. Depositing my belonging into my trunk and I had the cat held in one arm, Dad dragged my trunk down to the car. It was a cold morning, ice on the cobble streets as people clattered and clashed with their daily jobs.
After a long hectic car journey we arrived, I got nervous at the gateway between 9 & 10 to reach 9 ¾. Walking through a break wall for the first time was quite strange, can't say I've experienced the sensation before. The rain is bright red scarlet, with millions of compartments. I got a empty one to myself, it is a pleasant environment and here I sit quill in hand, parchment leaned against book and ink pot beside me.