DOORS IN THE SEX
Sept 5, 2010 15:59:26 GMT -5
Post by Timothy Wright on Sept 5, 2010 15:59:26 GMT -5
"Today the world, tomorrow the ark."
AUGUST, 2007
I've never been big on writing, but I promised I would stay in touch.. so here we go! I just arrived at the Hammel Institute. It's huge. Ten times the size of high school. And I thought it would be scary to go there. I'll probably get lost soon, so just remember that I love you, and don't ever date anyone with tattoos or piercings. Not that you're into boys yet, right? I already feel like I don't even know you any more, and it's only been a day.
Everything's cool so far. My bed is comfortable, and the food is good. Especially after three hours of puking, which is how I spent the plane ride. I think I passed out, too. Flying is not my thing. Don't tell anyone, though, because mom will freak and Melissa will find some way to use it against me. I'm so glad I won't have to deal with her over here, but I'd honestly rather be at home. Still, apparently that would be dangerous or something since I wouldn't know how to control my powers (I feel like such a super hero), so this is all for the best.
Anyway, I think that's enough for now. I have that silly journal you gave me. Yes, journal, not diary, and I don't see why you had to put my whole name on it. I mean, if I lose it, I don't want anyone to know it's mine! The only reason I'm even going to use it is because you asked me to. Consider it your lifetime supply of birthday and Christmas presents.
Hopefully all is well with you!
Sincerely,
Everything's cool so far. My bed is comfortable, and the food is good. Especially after three hours of puking, which is how I spent the plane ride. I think I passed out, too. Flying is not my thing. Don't tell anyone, though, because mom will freak and Melissa will find some way to use it against me. I'm so glad I won't have to deal with her over here, but I'd honestly rather be at home. Still, apparently that would be dangerous or something since I wouldn't know how to control my powers (I feel like such a super hero), so this is all for the best.
Anyway, I think that's enough for now. I have that silly journal you gave me. Yes, journal, not diary, and I don't see why you had to put my whole name on it. I mean, if I lose it, I don't want anyone to know it's mine! The only reason I'm even going to use it is because you asked me to. Consider it your lifetime supply of birthday and Christmas presents.
Hopefully all is well with you!
Sincerely,
Timothy.
Your brother.
Just in case you've managed to forget.[/justify][/ul]
to my journal. I'm forcing myself to write in here. I've decided that once a month should be pretty good, since I hate writing and can never think of anything to say. Apparently, photographs aren't good enough for Janine, and I don't even know if I'd be allowed to take any anyway. I'll ask someone later. I'd probably break the camera, though, if I had one. I've already managed to break my pen... I got bored, so I took it apart, and the tiny spring mysteriously disappeared into nothingness. Now I'm just holding the inside part which makes my printing even messier.
Sorry. I doubt Janine got me this so I could write about my pen. Since nothing at all has happened yet except for my basic introduction to Hammel, I'll write about myself! Even if Janine is the only person who will ever read this ever, it's time she was introduced to the wonder who is her older brother.
Screw this. I feel stupid pretending to talk to a book. I'm going to pretend I'm writing another letter to you, Janie, it'll be easier.
Since you already know my name and age and, hopefully, birthday (do we still get presents here?), I'll go straight to the good stuff, which is MY POWER. It's called terrakinesis. I can't remember if you knew that already. It means I can manipulate the earth, which is seriously cool, and also explains why I'm so good at rock climbing. And I thought I was just naturally talented. It's also the reason I practically died on the flight over here, since my body doesn't like being away from the ground for an extended period of time. Apparently I'd have difficulty with open water, too, which means I can kiss that Hawaiian vacation good-bye.
Another side-effect is headaches. Which is going to suck once I start training. I plan to stalk up on painkillers.. hopefully those will still work. I don't think they help much in comic books, but maybe real life is different. I still can't believe this is happening. I heard that I might even be able to cause earthquakes one day, but if I'm going to get a migraine from moving a couple rocks, I don't even want to know what something that epic would do to me. Probably make my head explode. What a way to go - "whatever happened to Tim?" "Oh, his head exploded." You can put 'went out with a bang' on my tombstone.
Jokes about death aside, I really like the Institute. It's huge, but old, and I feel way more comfortable here than I would in that brand-spanking-new highschool I was supposed to go to. It's kind of like the earth is slowly claiming the place. Plus, the grounds are pretty big. I'm outside right now, under a tree, hoping no mind readers or invisible people are nearby to invade on all of these secrets I'm revealing. I can't wait to meet some of the other students - I wonder what all of them can do. Do you think there might be a Spiderman in here somewhere? That would be so cool!
My hand is seriously cramped now. I wish I hadn't lost that spring. I'll find another pen and write some more when I feel like it, or I'll just force myself to make another entry at the end of September.
Tim.
As if you didn't already know. It does say 'Timothy Andrais Wright' in huge letters on the first page.
[/ul]Sorry. I doubt Janine got me this so I could write about my pen. Since nothing at all has happened yet except for my basic introduction to Hammel, I'll write about myself! Even if Janine is the only person who will ever read this ever, it's time she was introduced to the wonder who is her older brother.
Screw this. I feel stupid pretending to talk to a book. I'm going to pretend I'm writing another letter to you, Janie, it'll be easier.
Since you already know my name and age and, hopefully, birthday (do we still get presents here?), I'll go straight to the good stuff, which is MY POWER. It's called terrakinesis. I can't remember if you knew that already. It means I can manipulate the earth, which is seriously cool, and also explains why I'm so good at rock climbing. And I thought I was just naturally talented. It's also the reason I practically died on the flight over here, since my body doesn't like being away from the ground for an extended period of time. Apparently I'd have difficulty with open water, too, which means I can kiss that Hawaiian vacation good-bye.
Another side-effect is headaches. Which is going to suck once I start training. I plan to stalk up on painkillers.. hopefully those will still work. I don't think they help much in comic books, but maybe real life is different. I still can't believe this is happening. I heard that I might even be able to cause earthquakes one day, but if I'm going to get a migraine from moving a couple rocks, I don't even want to know what something that epic would do to me. Probably make my head explode. What a way to go - "whatever happened to Tim?" "Oh, his head exploded." You can put 'went out with a bang' on my tombstone.
Jokes about death aside, I really like the Institute. It's huge, but old, and I feel way more comfortable here than I would in that brand-spanking-new highschool I was supposed to go to. It's kind of like the earth is slowly claiming the place. Plus, the grounds are pretty big. I'm outside right now, under a tree, hoping no mind readers or invisible people are nearby to invade on all of these secrets I'm revealing. I can't wait to meet some of the other students - I wonder what all of them can do. Do you think there might be a Spiderman in here somewhere? That would be so cool!
My hand is seriously cramped now. I wish I hadn't lost that spring. I'll find another pen and write some more when I feel like it, or I'll just force myself to make another entry at the end of September.
Tim.
As if you didn't already know. It does say 'Timothy Andrais Wright' in huge letters on the first page.
