Dear Diary,

It’s been a while since I wrote something. it somehow became normal for me at this point to get into magical stuff and super mega paranormal situations. But guess what, this time there was no magic.

I got kidnapped with Sunshine and I really wasn’t looking for it. Not the kidnapping itself but Sunshine. I just couldn’t believe they thought we were together! However, getting out of the nowhere that those two silly heads took us to was quite hard. And what was the worst part? That they took our phones and we had to walk home. And I did not expect that at all.

After a while, Sunshine decided to rest for a while since her tummy was rumbling and she needed food immediately. Lucky for her, there was a club nearby. One of those kind that a bunch of losers just spend their whole lives in, even the name of the club was “The Losers Club.”

Little Missy tried her luck by asking for help. I doubt she knew how she should have handled the situation. The respond was not what she was looking for but it kinda triggered me. The bartender guy who totally looked like someone had literally planted a punch in his face, and watered it so it looked more menacing, said that every single person in there lost something and they just can’t get it back.

Here is the problem: I don’t have the word “can’t” in my vocabulary, so decided to tell them about the closest word I had there: “Can”. A little performance to help them get back on their feet and it actually felt super mega amazing. In exchange the bartender guy gave us some money and food so we could get back home by taking a bus, though I gotta point out the food was beyond trash.

After all of that we managed to take a bus. After a while we sat down and she started talking. A little conversation started which ended up our talking to each other and said why we had a problem with one another. I actually wanted to tell her about all the snooping she’d done, and warn her how much Steely hates stuff like that. At least we got to sort things out.

We talked a little longer and after that, we found out that we were totally misjudging each other. But I was too tired to keep chit chatting so I just slept and she did wake me up with an … original technique when we reached home.

We parted there and went our separate ways.

When I got home dad was still awake, sitting by the fireplace. I went to him; he seemed to be worried. And he was.

“Dad?”

“Flame!” he stood up and came towards me, “Are you alright? I was worried sick! Where were you?”

“I’m fine, I was just doing some parkour and my phone fell out of my pocket and a car just happened to drive over it before I noticed I’d lost my phone. Sorry.”

“Right.” He did not look so convinced by that. “So why were you so late, then?”

“Well, uh …” I hadn’t planned for this. “I was with a new friend, yeah!”

“A new friend? Since when does Flaming Star make new friends?”

“Since I moved to this new school!” That was a good one. But he wanted to ask more questions, so I needed to wrap it up. “And if you’ll excuse me Dad” [Fake Yawn] “I’m quite tired so, uh, see ya tomorrow.”

With all this magical thing happening around me, I truly did not see that day coming.

Author's Note

Special thanks to my editor Daniel Drazen.

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