Dear Journal,

I've noticed many things in my life, one being that I would love to be a writer. Another being, I'm very forgetful. That's why I have you, to write down events that I feel must be written.

XXXX,

~Trinity Casil

I studied the pic carefully in my hand.

"Lucky, eh?" asked my ever-so-famous voice, whom of which I've decided to call Suffer.

"Yeah," I replied. "Dad said it was mom's."

"I don't mean to be the pessimist here, but how do you know he did just walk over to Guitar Center and pick out a gold pic?"

"And had 'Destiny' engraved in it?"

"Possibly"

I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I think it's real."

"How could this be Destiny's daughter?"

Dear Diary,

My adventures for Elly's search has paid off in, well, half. I'm not sure of this mountain, but I am calling it Hope Rock. Not only because I just finished reading this pretty good book, Call Me Hope, but so that hope for finding Elly and my other friends increases too.

I looked to my right. "Welcome to Michigan". I looked out across the lake. I closed my eyes and took a breath. Nothing can stop me now.

Please send me a sign.

~Destiny Freeman

Next Destination: Chicago, Illinois

I approached the waters with caution. Not because I was scared, but because I was cautious of once again, this goddamn Fate. I swallowed it whole and approached the boats.

"How long a wait?" I asked the boat-keeper.

"Seven hours," he replied. "It's a beautiful day for a boat." He smirked. "Too bad you have to wait."

I looked at him through slits in my eyes. "I have another idea."

I reached into my sack and grabbed a knife.

I hurriedly packed my suitcase. Why didn't I think of this before? I searched the bedside table and found the picture of my dear wife. I sat on the bed and ran my fingers over it.

"Destiny," I said to it. "I miss you."

I searched through the drawers and found something interesting. It glimmered in the light of the bedroom.

It was Destiny's ring.

She left it here? How could she? She didn't bring anything to remember me by?

I suddenly remembered was I was doing and rushed back to the suitcase. I have to do this. I don't care what anyone thinks. I have to.

I have to find Destiny.

Dear Journal,

Dad's away on a business trip, so I'm alone. I guess there's not much to do. However, there's a smell of toxic marker in the air that's really getting to me. I don't feel like getting high this weekend, and my headache's increasing. I think I'm going to go out.

OOOO,

~Trinity Casil

I'm ecstatic! I've just turned fourteen and cannot WAIT for the possibilities to come! My first year of being a teenager was so average. I'm fourteen, taller, fitter, and my figure is looking AWESOME! Lookout world, here come Trinity Casil, fourteen-year-old!

Of course, there are some downsides. The girls become meaner, the guys start to flirt and everyone starts wearing Twilight shirts. I don't think I can stand and room filled with "Team Jacob" t-shirts.

"Oh, now she starts to act like her mother."

I am tired. Tired of life. Why can't things be like they used to?

It's the beginning of the year, and the superintendent thinks that we should start out the year in a "fun" way. Therefore, she created "Fun Day".

"Fun Day" is the Friday in the first week of school and it is absolutely not fun. It's a fucking living carnival in our school courtyard!

Now, I know you're saying, "Trinity, carnivals are awesome!" or "It's just your shitty attitude. Shut up and have fun!"

But you guys are fucking wrong.

Explain why? Well, I can, but it'll be tough.

I walked up to my friends, or so I thought were my friends.

"Hey guys," I said. They turned their backs. I raised an eyebrow. "Hey, it's me, Trinity. Remember? You're friend?"

They ignored me. I kept going.

"The one you always invite to you birthday parties who got you, Amanda," I turned to face her, "the expensive boots you've been wanting since they came out?"

Amanda turned and everyone followed.

"You may have been at that party, Casil, but you weren't at the one last night?"

"Huh?"

"As of yesterday we've decide that you're not our friend anymore."

Everyone nodded.

"And why's that? Because I wasn't invited to you stupid party?"

"Oh, you were," said Balina, stepping forward.

"Shut up, Balina!" Amanda exclaimed.

Balina stepped back.

"As much as I hate to say it, she's right. You were invited," Amanda said. "But you threw out the invitation. We saw you!"

She pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her bag and shoved it under my nose. I took it. Looking at it, I ended up laughing.

"This?" I choked. "This was an invitation? Who wrote it? A drunk?" I held up the scribbled lines of crap.

"I wrote it, bitch-ass," Amanda said, getting close now. "And maybe I was drunk. So what?"

Her breath smelled like a combination of litter box and feet. I held my nose.

I didn't even have to ask. I knew she was drinking at that party. And looking around, I knew that everyone else was too. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I ran. I ran like hell to find someplace safe of the hungover teens that surrounding me.

But it wasn't over. With Amanda, it's never over until she has the last laugh.

Fun day had started off with lame games that included tossing water bottles at each other and trying to get a cookie from our foreheads to our mouths. Totally lame. Of course I didn't participate. I just sat alongside the brick wall and fiddled my thumbs.

I heard a voice. "Hey." I looked up. It was Andre.

"Oh, hey," I replied. I motioned for the redhead to come sit next to me. We've been friends since kindergarten when I taught him to be positive. But right now, I was not in the mood for giving optimism lessons. "So, you weren't invited?"

"Are you kidding?" he asked. "Why would a beautiful goddess like Amanda invite a troll like me to one of her parties."

I laughed, giving him a light punch to the arm. "You're such a nerd."

He grinned. "Well, let's just try to enjoy stupid ol' Fun Day best as we can." He offered a hand to help me up. Gleefully, I took it.

But my worries still hadn't ended yet.

Notes:

-When you see those little italicized and bolded sayings, that's Suffer talking. Just clearing things up.

-Yes, unfortunately, we have this Fun Day crap at our school too; only it's at the end of the year for us.

-PLEASE go read Destiny: A Range of Colours by Dirge for the Dead. It's this exact story from Elly's POV and takes place more in the past.

-When Destiny takes out her knife…well, I'm not quite sure whether she killed the man or not. I dunno. She could've taken out some cheese and bread as well and enjoyed a nice brunch with him. Don't ask me.

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PLHE,

~Nikki-san