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It's not good. In fact, it's pretty bad. But while Up North, I finally had break-throughs in figuring out this plot deal. So, this is basically explanation crap that doesn't need to be posted, but I'm doing it anyway because I feel guilty when I don't post in here. I guess this journal would be much more interesting if it were like my blog, but it's kind of dumb to have two of the same thing. Hence why this journal is a writing album....thinger. So, here comes suckiness, you've been warned.
Timria curled her fingers under her leather attaché case. Her father had given it to her for Christmas last year. It wasn’t big enough to use for school, so she kept her private things in it and carried it everywhere. Diaries, special papers, things that made her smile. All were kept in the case she carried. Timria didn’t have any close friends and thus was a private person. She wasn’t mean or smelly. She was just aloof. No one knew much about her except that she just lived alone with her father in his huge house.
Like every normal Saturday, Timria was walking the 10 ½ blocks from her house to the library. Different from every other Saturday, however, was the fact that Timria Cyrim was meeting someone at the library. She wasn’t meeting anyone mysterious or extraordinary. She was just meeting Lanif Garrow, a member of her science class. Lanif was two grades older than Timria, but they were still close in age. Timria was old for a freshman, and Lanif quite young for a junior. Lanif had just transferred from a district with different science requirements than Timria’s, which was why he was in her class despite their difference in grade.
Teh end. More coming, don't worry. But I've been up for 17 hours and it feels a heckuva lot longer than that. I'll write tomorrow. More stuff. And then when I'm done with this first section, it will be time for an extensive rewrite. And do note: that diary entry about darkness and the like from Timria's POV from a couple days ago is still the beginning. I'm using all kinds of different styles. And stuff.
Timria curled her fingers under her leather attaché case. Her father had given it to her for Christmas last year. It wasn’t big enough to use for school, so she kept her private things in it and carried it everywhere. Diaries, special papers, things that made her smile. All were kept in the case she carried. Timria didn’t have any close friends and thus was a private person. She wasn’t mean or smelly. She was just aloof. No one knew much about her except that she just lived alone with her father in his huge house.
Like every normal Saturday, Timria was walking the 10 ½ blocks from her house to the library. Different from every other Saturday, however, was the fact that Timria Cyrim was meeting someone at the library. She wasn’t meeting anyone mysterious or extraordinary. She was just meeting Lanif Garrow, a member of her science class. Lanif was two grades older than Timria, but they were still close in age. Timria was old for a freshman, and Lanif quite young for a junior. Lanif had just transferred from a district with different science requirements than Timria’s, which was why he was in her class despite their difference in grade.
Teh end. More coming, don't worry. But I've been up for 17 hours and it feels a heckuva lot longer than that. I'll write tomorrow. More stuff. And then when I'm done with this first section, it will be time for an extensive rewrite. And do note: that diary entry about darkness and the like from Timria's POV from a couple days ago is still the beginning. I'm using all kinds of different styles. And stuff.
