Dear Diary,
It turns out that I didn't have much explaining to do to Frankie; he told me he's the nephew of Press Tilton's acolyte…I forgot his name. Has it been that long? Anyways, Frankie told me he knew everything there was to know. So I guess he's my acolyte. Loor already gave him his ring. Well, I guess all my efforts on trying to forget have been in vain. I can't forget. Which really sucks. My family's disappeared already…I can't stop thinking about them. I'm not really going to write about that or else I'll get all teary. Dang…too late. My eyes are all welled with tears. I guess it's inevitable. This really is what's meant to be, isn't it.
Courtney
Journal #1Hey Frankie. My first journal. Awesome. You know, it doesn't feel that great writing a journal. I mean, I remember when I read Bobby's journals and I thought to myself, "Wow, it must be really cool to write a journal and everything. It gives you a sense of authority." Well, this is reality – it's normal. I don't feel special or anything…yet. I've been trying to ask everyone about what happened that made me become Traveler. I can't directly say what happened; it's too overwhelming still.
Nothing really happened yet. Unlike Bobby's first journal, I'm not writing about any adventure. I guess the crew wants me to get over what happened. But I did go to some of the other territories and explored. The first place I went to was obviously Cloral.
A flume is an amazing thing. As I slid down, I felt like I was sliding down in a roller coaster except without the tingling sensation you feel in your stomach. I saw the pictures on the side, all around me, that Bobby described. I almost wanted to reach out and touch them until…my ride came to an end.
SPLASH! I fell into a body of water. Skillfully I surfaced and treaded water, taking in my surroundings. Did I mention I used to be on the swim team when I was little? Then I saw a flash of color behind a bunch of cattails. Cloral clothes! I leaped out of the water, soaking in my clothes, hid behind the cattails, and changed. It was when I was about to take my shirt off when I felt a pair of eyes following me. I smiled to myself and slowly took my shirt off without turning around to conceal myself, knowing who it was. I sensed the eyes grow wide. "Hobey Ho," it whispered, just audible for me to barely hear it. Just as I was about to take off my bra, I heard a voice.
"Spader!" It screamed. "Get back in here now! You have to finish your chores!"
I heard a sigh where I sensed the eyes were. "Alright, Yenza." Pretending to look surprised, I quickly changed into the Cloral outfit.
"Spader! I didn't see you there," I said, running to meet him, after I was done changing.
He looked uncomfortable and kept staring at my chest. "Uh, yeah, didn't notice you either." I only smiled and walked with him to Yenza.
As we arrived to Spader's home, we got down to business. "You heard about, uh…about…what happened to Bo-Bobby, right?" I choked out, trying to hold back tears.
Spader looked down. "Yeah, I heard about it. But…I dunno…I'm really not as sad as I'm supposed to be, I guess." He looked up. "I mean, now he's with his Uncle Press, and I trust that guy. When Uncle Press left us, he said we'd meet him again. I guess this Traveler stuff has toughened me up. Now I can handle any natty-do that comes in my way. And…I have a feeling…that…Bobby's safe. He's safe with Press, up wherever he is." He looked up at the light blue sky, watching the clouds as they drifted lazily across.
"I guess. But, he's gone-" My mind drifted back to the first day he realized he would be a Traveler. When we kissed, it just felt so good; I felt so freed that I had let out my emotions. I wasn't even really with him that long after that, and then, he just disappeared. I hung my head.
Spader lifted my chin up. "I know how you feel. But, that's just normal for a Traveler to feel loss. This is what makes me want to go after Saint Dane even more."
Spader was right. This was all Saint Dane's fault.
End of Journal #1
Ugh. Who did that Spader-guy think he was, messing with Courtney? This pisses me off. Still, she wants to go after Saint Dane. And I'll be with her, all the way.
All the way.
Frankie