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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Turbulence 
// by Featherpen Lullaby 
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May 11th
My life was happy, the key word being was. I was fine, we were fine until someone ruined it and now I’m here.  And they had the nerve to give me a diary. A diary! They said it could be a friend in this hard time, which is probably one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard. Honestly! I had friends back in Manehattan, the other theatre foals were like family to me! Everyone there was, we were one big, faintly weird, happy family. Then they decided that no, I can’t have nice things. So now I’m in this scary clean house and my only friend is a book with 250 blank pages.

May 11th (Later)
Sorry I threw you across the room, I’m not usually so angsty, I’m kinda having a hard time. Anyway what I wanted to say, or is it Write?
Nevermind, what I was going to say was that it wouldn’t hurt to tell someone about what happened, even if that someone is a book, no offence. Congradulations! You’ve been promoted to the position of best friend, which sounds really sad when I go back and read it. My best friend is a book, that hurts, not that you’re not great! I mean, you’re environmentally friendly and you’re easy to carry, just the right size for a saddle bag, I couldn’t carry my old friends around with me. 

Look, it’s getting late can we talk in the morning? I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight (I’d say ‘sleep well’ but I don’t think books sleep).