November 23, 2002, Thanksgiving
So my mom asks me to go to the grocery store to pick up some cranberry sauce so I do as I'm told.
On the way I run into that old, freaky British guy, again.
He says to come with him… he said I'm not ready.
I need to be ready.
So… against my better judgment I go with him.
He took me to this dusty old gym over near 8th Street.
We sat down and… talked.
Sounds creepy right.
Old guy, young girl…
But it wasn't like that.
He told me everything about my destiny and the other girls' destinies all around the world.
At first I thought he was nuts, but then he began explaining things that made a whole lot of sense.
He explained why I was having weird dreams about monsters…
He explained how everything I do, and I mean everything, matters and can lead to my destiny.
Pretty deep stuff mostly.
It made me wonder if there really was a higher purpose for me than just working at the MegaMart during summer break.
All I can say is thank you…
Thank you.