Änglamakerskan
Mar 7, 2013 11:57:58 GMT -5
Post by Abigale Quinn on Mar 7, 2013 11:57:58 GMT -5
Inside of a black, textile messenger bag is a black notebook. About an A8 in page size, it is bound in black leather and has the word 'Änglamakerskan' scribbled onto it's front with messy, silver writing. The leather is creased and dented, but also very smooth, soft and just used in general. The letters are fading, and the pages in the journal are filled with writing, qoutes, small doodles, signs and whatever else a bored teenager can think of putting on paper. In the very back however, is one entry that does not look like the rest. Written in a rather different handwriting, though it sort of resembles the now flowing and much more intricate one that has developed over the years, it was the very first entry made by a confused meta-human.
Greetings Journal. First of all, let me congratulate you on surviving the journey to the US all the way from China .. Relatively unharmed. It is a small miracle that something as fragile as you should survive such a traumatic trip as I know you must have experienced, to then land in some unknown meta-human's hands. How do I know this? You had a 'Made in China' sticker in the very back when I bought you. It's removed now, though.
Now, you must be questioning youself.. I can't believe I'm doing this. Writing to a journal as if it was an actual human being. Urgh, it feels .. Odd, to say the least. A teacher did reccomend me to do so however, keeping a journal such as you that is, and thus .. I suppose I'd better do so.
Well then, back to the subject! You must be questioning yourself, what the hell is all this? I sure hope you do, as I would have done the very same thing.. So let me introduce myself.
Greetings, once again. I am Abigale Quinn, a 12 year old meta-human, at the time. I am not very sure what my 'ability' may be called as of yet, as it seems to be one that has yet to be registered .. Only that it has now, with the discovery of me. I suppose.
It has been 15 days since these powers manifested. I spent a week and a half in hell, and then I have also spent half a week in just about .. Half-hell? Is that I correct way to describe it? I bet not. Anyhow, I am your current owner. And due to my powers, it turns out that I am not very good at remembering .. Me. So I shall be using you, instead. Like an extra harddrive, a USB. I apologize should you feel used, even though I do not believe you to have any kind of emotion (I apologize if that offends you), as I do not have much I can do about it.
For now, I will not write much more. Should I find this journal writing pleasing, I may weigh you down with some more entries. But for now, I shall leave you to be.
APRIL 30TH, 2008
Greetings Journal. First of all, let me congratulate you on surviving the journey to the US all the way from China .. Relatively unharmed. It is a small miracle that something as fragile as you should survive such a traumatic trip as I know you must have experienced, to then land in some unknown meta-human's hands. How do I know this? You had a 'Made in China' sticker in the very back when I bought you. It's removed now, though.
Now, you must be questioning youself.. I can't believe I'm doing this. Writing to a journal as if it was an actual human being. Urgh, it feels .. Odd, to say the least. A teacher did reccomend me to do so however, keeping a journal such as you that is, and thus .. I suppose I'd better do so.
Well then, back to the subject! You must be questioning yourself, what the hell is all this? I sure hope you do, as I would have done the very same thing.. So let me introduce myself.
Greetings, once again. I am Abigale Quinn, a 12 year old meta-human, at the time. I am not very sure what my 'ability' may be called as of yet, as it seems to be one that has yet to be registered .. Only that it has now, with the discovery of me. I suppose.
It has been 15 days since these powers manifested. I spent a week and a half in hell, and then I have also spent half a week in just about .. Half-hell? Is that I correct way to describe it? I bet not. Anyhow, I am your current owner. And due to my powers, it turns out that I am not very good at remembering .. Me. So I shall be using you, instead. Like an extra harddrive, a USB. I apologize should you feel used, even though I do not believe you to have any kind of emotion (I apologize if that offends you), as I do not have much I can do about it.
For now, I will not write much more. Should I find this journal writing pleasing, I may weigh you down with some more entries. But for now, I shall leave you to be.
