Chapter One

Dear Dark Journal,

This week was like any other week. Billy led his new fawning girlfriend

'Sue Ellen' and the rest of the idiotic school on a full scale

cleansing of the city from it's unholy reign of terror under the

control of clowns. Everyone who didn't want to be pelted or soaked

wisely shoved tangelloes up their noses or held them in their hands

(more wisely as the others had a tendency to end up in the hospital

to have them surgically removed from their nasal cavities) so as not

to incur the wrath of the might Billgor, destroyer of clowns. One

poor mime, mistaken for a clown was run up the school flagpole by his

black and white striped briefs. The week ended with school being

closed for the remainder of the month for drying out after the pool

flooded when a tangelloe got stuck in the cleaning system. The wave

coming from the school when the glass doors broke, flooded out a

whole section of town, sending the rich families scurrying to their

winter estates in France to deal with the emotional damage with their

well trained servants in tow. As for the rest of us, we had been

enjoying, or rather surviving our time off. Billy has since moved on

to discover (twice I might add) that you cannot eat the legs off of

living frogs and now believes that the toilet in his house is haunted

by the ghost of a small squirrel.

But what of me? I can hardly say journal. I don't feel like my dark,

antagonistic self of late. The symptoms? I'm not quite sure. I

suppose I noticed it after I didn't ask Grim to do my chores for me

this weekend. I made Qwinlin do it instead but it's the point of

the thing. I always make Grim do them because I get such enjoyment

out of watching him suffer but it's different somehow. Oh, he still

hates it just as much as always and the way Saliva Jr buries him just

like his father did still gets him going but I just don't get

anything out of it now. It's almost like there's some little

voice in my head telling me that what I'm doing is wrong except I

know I'm not developing a concience because it's still funny to

me to see Billy get his head caught in the cat door and then watch

someone not notice and open the door or to see Milkshakes III get

stuck up the tree and have Billy chase it just like he did in

younger days. No, it must be Grim's fault for I know it is not mine

journal. I have not changed... have I? Of course not.