~|Untilted ~ A Journal|~

[Rebel Faery]

That night we were woken by arguing.
Rhythm, Cody and Sara were yelling in the front of the truck.
You gave them food?!
It's cruel and unright, what you're doing! They need food and water, just like us! One just died- don't you feel anything? You two are just heartless!
They don't need what we do! They're just animals. You should see how they live in there, the pigs!
They live like that because we force them to!
Who cares, Sara? They're just a load that we're dumping off at Nonhoministerra. We'll be back here by Christmas, and they wont exist in our world.
You two are a bunch of spoiled, heartless pigs.
Sara! Shut up! Obey your king, or I'll fire you.
You can't fire me! I took this job not so I could have the honour of protecting the king and his lord, but to feed my family. Not all of us live in castles you know! If I didn't have this job, my family would be out on the street. We'd be better off in Nohoministerra!
Shut up, or we'll leave you there.
Sara did as he said. I sighed, cuddling up in my sack with Cindy. Jess and Aaron were next to us. Mum and Dad shared another, and Indy (who had gotten better) shared with Book.
Morning came and we rationed the bread rolls. There were 16 in the pack, and 8 of us. We split each roll in half, and we'd eat one per day, to save them. I had a poppyseed roll. the poppy-seeds made me sleepy, so I lazed about all day, thinking of the argument.
Snow began to fall outside. It was the 16th december today. Nine more days till christmas.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!
I look at Indy, and sighed. Then I joined in, my voice croaky.
Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride,
In a one-horse open sleigh! Cindy joined in.
Hey! Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh! Over the fields we go, laughing all the way! Hahaha! Bells on bobtails ring, making spirits bright! Oh what fun it is to laugh and sing this slaying song tonight! Oh Jingle bells-
Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to ride!
In a one horse open sleigh! Hey!
Shut up!
We laughed.

[Rebel Faery]

List of characters so far!
So, we're almost at the end of the book, so I thought I'd review some characters.


Hi, I'm Lucky! Call me Lucks, Lulu, or just plain Lucky. I live with my mum, dad, sister Indy and foster sister Cindy. I got a journal for my birthday, and I'm writing down my life in here!
Enemy(ies): Rhythm and Cody,for sure
Best Friend(s): Cindy and Jess
Sisters: Cindy and Indy
Parents: Harry and Lilac


Hi, I'm Indigo. Call me Indy. I like to annoy my sister, Lucky, and adore my foster-sister, Cindy. I am seven years old.
Enemy: No one!
Friends: I like Book.
Sisters: Cindy and Lucky.
Parents: Harry and Lilac


Hello, I'm Lilac. Nice to meet you. I just want to be good mother and see my kids get along and grow up. I get super worried when they're sick, and cross when they argue. I'm just one in a million, as I also teaching art in school and sell my paintings. It was my idea to adopt Cindy.



I'm Cinderella, but please call me Cindy. If you don't, I'll get Lucks to kick your butt. Now the pleasentries are sorted, want to know my secret? Well tough, you can't!
Enemy: You'll see...
Friends: Lucky I guess, and I liked Foxie. But my real best friend? I can't tell you...
Siblings: Lucky, Indy, and a secret someone...
Parents: Unknown to you (Oooh... Cindy may have a special secret! Get ready for a huge plot twist in a couple of entries!)


Hi, I'm Harry. If you have talked to Lilac, well, it was my idea to adopt Cindy, the liar! Anyway, I'm an English teacher at the school, and a huge clown!


Hi, I am Book. As my name suggests, I love books! I'm an only child, and go to school with Lucky. I find Indy adorable.


Hello; grettings from your king, Cody II. I used to go to school with Lucky, but then I kidnapped her! I have a big deal to make with her... And you're not allowed to know yet!


Hi, I'm Foxie. I'm shy.


Hello, I'm Cola! I teach Heather and Lucky karate. I haven't seen Lucky, or Heather since she went after them.


Hi, I'm Heather. I go to Karate with Cola and Lucky. My boyfriend is Aaron. I am currently looking for them...


I'm Micky. Nice to meet you. Now get outta my face!
Hi, I'm Rhythm. Sorry about my Dad. Oh, I look just like him.


I'm Jessica, call me Jess. I'm not sure what to say... hi?
Best Friend: Josie. Jo is my best friend in the world.
Siblings: Josie, Aaron.


I'm Aaron. My Girlfriend is Heather. Leave me alone.
Siblings: Jess, Jo.


I'm Josie. If you want to know how I can write this while I'm dead, too bad.
Siblings: Jess, Aaron


Sara, pleased to meet you! My current position is one of the highest Royal Guards. I never wanted this job, but the pays good and my family need the money. I'm only seventeen, and I feel sorry for our prisoners and help them out. Lucky reminds me of my 12-year-old sister, Abigale. I want to get home to wish her a happy christmas.

That is done in the order we met them. Wow, that many? Plus you get a bit more backstory on them. Final entries will come this week, before I start a new book.

[Rebel Faery]

We'll reach the land Rhythm called 'Nonhoministerra' by morning, Sara said. She came back here to give us some fresh water. It is the 23rd of December today. Hey, did you know there was originally 10 months in the year: Jan, Feb, March, April, May, June, September, October, November and December? The Romans added in two more- July and August, named after two emperors.
Anyway, nobody else has died (yet). Yay us! [sooo bad at sarcasm].
It's snowing outside. All we're passing through is an icy wasteland known as Islandia, which means 'Ice-land'. I always was good at geography, I guess. The dogs who live here are farmers who dig up vegetables that grow up here. On my globe at home, it is at the very top of my globe, the upmost region of the arcticumcirculi. No mention of Nonhoministerra. But then again, they could have jus wiped it off the map.
Why couldn't we be banished somewhere warm? Like Africa? Where we live, pretty much everything is latin, so we have to learn t at school. Oh my god- I just translated Nonhoministerra. Noman'sland. No man's land.
Ok, this is getting very freaky.
But didn't this get freaky the day Cody turned out to be king? Or the evening he appeared at my karate club, swearing revenge?
Karate. That reminds me- Heather! Do you think she could reach us in time, before we fall off the edge of the world?
The truck suddenly stopped, and there was yelling outside.
Oh, another one? Take that- and that- you filthy-
Rhythm, you're whatever you were going to say! Leave her alone! She's only thirteen. Only a child.
But she's from Arcus. I can tell. She came after her friends. Rhythm, slap her for me.
There was a sharp sound, and someone crying out in pain.
Chuck her in.
The door was opened, and a small lump was thrown into the truck. Even in the little light, and through the dirt covering her body, I knew who she was.
It was Heather.
Heather? I asked in disbelief.
Lucky?
Heather!
Aaron surged forwards and stared at her. Heather, what are you doing here?
I said I'd come for you, Aaron. And I did. They embraced, until Jess coughed and they broke away, embarrassed. You can share our sack.
Ok, you don't here that everyday. Where are we heading?
Nonhoministerra.
Huh?
No man's land.

Wow, two entries? Anyway, did you expect that? I kinda forgot about Heather and Cola until the character post, but hey! She followed them, and eventually caught up. Also, who's your favourite character? Mine's either Cindy, Lucky or Jess.

[• DEFY THE CAPITOL •]

EPAGEANBUPICE! Wait, what? IT'S SO AWESOME I CAN'T TYPE WRITE!! IT..... IS..... EPIgeauipgbeupaveiapbup! AGH! It's still not working. Guess the awesomeness is just too awesome for me to handle.....

[Rebel Faery]

Thank you! Yours is way better, and it inspired me to write this one.

[Rebel Faery]

New poll!

[Rebel Faery]

So, I've got food (twix ice cream bar), I've got tissues (cold), and I've got a brain full of ideas. Now, it is time for...
The final entry!

July. All summer sunshine and twix ice cream bars. And today- it's Christmas eve.
I don't want any presents this year. All I want is to be home for christmas, but home is almost a month's travel away. It's 2:05am, and no-one can sleep. So we've been reduced to singing christmas carols (again).
Oh Rudolph the red nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose!
Like a lightbulb!
And if you ever saw it (saw it)
You would even say it glows,
Like a lightbulb!
And all the other reindeer (reindeer),
Used to laugh and call him names (like pinochio!)
And then one foggy christmas eve, Santa came to say:
Ho ho ho! Rudolph with your nose so bright, wont you guide my sleigh tonight!
The all the reindeer loved him
Loved him!
And they shouted out with glee:
Yippee!
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, You'll go down in history!
Like harry potter!
You'll go down in history!
We'd been singing for an hour, and they'd given up telling us to shut up. All they wanted for Christmas was things. They didn't get that we wanted something much more- we wanted to be home. But more importantly, since we couldn't, we just wanted to be together.
And that we'll definitely have.
I bet you're wondering why I mentioned July and ice cream, aren't you J? Well, earlier we were discussing our favourite holidays. Mine was a simple trip to Skegness in the summer, playing in the sea, sunbathing on the sands, and eating ice cream.
Anyway, it's 3am now. Yet we're not tired. Some of the others are singing a Christmas song I've never heard of, so I'm just gonna lie here and think.
Christmas music is playing in the front of the truck. I can hear it through the thin metal. It's pretty cold in here, but we're snuggled up inside our sacks, warm with whoever we share it with. I cuddled closer to Cindy, warmth pressing against my fur. I sighed. Things were as perfect as they could be, considering we're trapped inside a truck heading to no man's land.
Still, we could live here, couldn't we? Get this land that Sara tells us 'will be yours' back on the map?
Hey, look at this: Ours + why = Yours.
So never question the word ours. (<---- Yes, I am soooo clever) (<----Spot the sarcasm)
Suddenly the truck grinds to a halt. A minute later, the door is pulled open by a shivering Rhythm, covered in fluffy things- fur, Book calls them.
Out, he tells us, and, taking our sacks with us, we do as he says.
We stand in a line, and he steps back out of our view. There's nothing. Nothing but endless ice, snow and sky.
Where are we?
I stared around, and try to swallow y fear as I say my next words.
We're nowhere.




The end!
That is the end, and I'm sorry to say I wont continue...
Just kidding!
Next post down is a mega-post (all chapters), and I'll post link to sequel once I've made it.

[Midnightstars4]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (oops, spam sorry) i don't want it to end!!! give us more!!! at least go ring up a publisher and ask em to make it into a book for you!!!! i must have more!! nice cliff hanger though, but you gotta make more, you gotta make more!!!!!!! XD

[Rebel Faery]

It's the one, the only...
~|Untiltled Mega Post|~


Hiya there, journal. My name's Lucky, and this is a picture of me:

5 facts about me:
1. I'm taller than my mum
2. I have a little sister
3. I have a best friend (duh)
4. I'm smaller than my dad
5. I'm not very lucky
So, here's my family; my dad, Harry; my mum, Lilac; and my sister, Indigo:

And this,,is my best friend Cinderella. Her parents must be obsessed with princesses or something. She's never met them- actually, she's kinda my sister, as my family fosters her.
And today was my birthday! Aren't you happy for me? Aren't you!?
Sorry about that... heh, heh...
Anyway, this was a gift from my grandma. She died last month, which was really sad. So I'm going to write about my life, and hope it's not as boring as hers was.
Indigo's in my room. Her words will be in indigo (she gave me an indigo fountain pen for my birthday, and I've had a pack of pens so I can do everyone talk a different colour). I'll be in green 'cause I like green.
Mum says we need to get ready for bed.
I'm busy. Go away.
I'll tell mum. Cindy's doing as she's told. You'll be told off again, Lucky.
Oh, how I hate her. Always sucking up to mum and Cindy.
Fine. Just GET OUT OF MY ROOM!
Okey-dokey.
I hate that phrase too.
Lucky, be nice to your sister, please!
That was mum, if you didn't guess. My dad will write in white, and Cindy in dark blue.
Now I've got that sorted, I'll go to bed.
Oh. I hate bed.
Hey, guess what! I got some stickers for my b-day! Here's one of each:

So, you'll see those a lot.
Today was Monday... I hate Mondays! I hate a lot of things, if you didn't guess. The only good thing about Monday is karate.
Oh, didn't I tell you? I go Karate on Mondays and Thursdays. I earned my black belt last week- yay me!
Look! A proud face!
So, now I can officially kick anyone's butt. (Even yours. But you're a book, so... eh, I'll shut up now...)
Hey, Lucky, why does our dad have to be a teacher? A teacher that makes BAD jokes?
Never mind that, why does he have to be our teacher?!
Ugh. I hate Mondays.
So, we walked into English, which Dad was taking. And- you'll never believe this- he was wearing his old cowboy hat!
She tipped his hat to us and in this super fake cowboy accent, said to us:
Howdy, girls! Look what I found!
Cindy grinned, because, like everyone but me, found my dad really funny. I just rolled my eyes and stalked to my desk. The bell went and Dad- I mean, Mr Wilson- began the register. Here are the others in our class:
Pet's name: Book (will write in pink)

Pet's name: Cody (will write in dark green)
and

Pet's name: Foxie (will write in brown.).
(Its a small school. Actually, both my parents are teachers. Which also happens to be horribly embarrassing. Nobody else seems to think so, though.
Lucky, can I hear your homework?
Huh?
Your homework. We were doing haikus, remember?
No. I totally forgot! We were supposed to write a haiku about something that affects us. I would just have to make it up.
Uh...
Its embarrassing,
Why must my parents work here?,
It so makes me moan.
The class burst out laughing- even Foxie, though she's a little shy! Wow. I'm so proud. <-- Proud face!
Lucky?
Yes?
Did you just make that up on the spot?
To quote Phineas and Ferb...
Yes. Yes I did.
I got detention.
DETENTION. Wow, how much I wish I could kick THAT in the butt. Seriously.
Cindy came with me, 'cause, well, she's Cindy. It's what she does. Cody was there, too. He's an annoying PERSON. See, I say PERSON, instead of other things, 'cause I'm a good girl.
A good girl in detention.
Did I say that out loud?
Nope, I just guessed.
You're good, Cinderella.
It's CINDY, NOT Cinderella!
I can call you whatever I like, CINDERELLA!
You did not just say that!
Yes, I did! What're you gonna do about it?
Lucky?
Leave it to me!
So, I kicked Cody's butt, before grinning and going, Leave my friend/sister ALONE!
Unfortunately, at that moment Mum walked in. She gasped.
Lucky! You, missy, are in SO much trouble!
Oh. Why's it have to be me?
Hi! I just got back from Karate. I need to tell you what happened, though. 'Cause I'm WORRIED. Me, worried! Now, that is NOT normal.
So, heres what happened:
This is a picture of my Karate teacher, Cola, and my partner, Heather. She's gonna get her black belt next week, which is good for her. So, here's the picture:

That was taken lest year at the annual Karate festival. We had a PARTY, and FOOD, and this AMAZING pink lemonade stuff.
Cola writes in light blue. Heather writes in peach.
Good work, Lucky! Heather, quick!
Hiya!
OOOFF!
In case you didn't guess, Cola distracted me and Heather Karate'd me. No fair!
A dog appeared in the doorway of our karate studio. Cola turned to him.
Hi, have you come to join in?
No way!
Uh-oh. I knew that voice, and I knew that dog.
Cody?
He glared at me.
I'll get you, Lucky. You made me look like an idiot. You'll pay!
He ran off.

Uh-oh. I wonder what that means?
Today is Tuesday. The first thing I said today was:
Dunwanna get up!
Lucky! Get up now you naughty little girl!
Humph. I'm NOT a little girl! I'm a teenager! So, shut up, Mum!
Hey, y'know what I just noticed? I'm the only one without a nickname. 'Cause look:
Cinderella = Cindy
Indigo = Indy
Lucky = ???
That is not fair!
Come ON Lucky, time for school!
Aww. I hate school.
Hi journal!
I'm writing this in French, 'cause our teacher had to go do something and I can do whatever I want.
Well, Cody stayed home from school today. That's good, ,cause he can't get me back!
Last lesson was Art- which Mum takes. Which gives her another oppertunity to nag me. It's all she ever does- nag nag nag nag nag! 'Lucky, bruch your hair, Lucky, eat your dinner, Lucky, detention for not listening!'
It's just not fair.
Foxie actually said something today, other than 'yes miss/sir.'
She came up to me and whispered: I liked your poem. She ran away before I could say thanks or anything.
Anyway, we were painting and we were supposed to be painting our best friend.
So, I started doing one of the pawprints on Cindy's side, and ended up painting the night sky- but with pawprints instead of stars.
I'm one of the best artists in the school- something I get from my Mum- but she doesn't think so.
Lucky, what is that?
My painting, miss?
Detention, you naughty dog!
Oh. What did I do?
At least Cody isn't here. Though, he may have stayed home plotting. Plotting something super sinister.
I'm HOME now. Thank god! I almost DIED at school.
Lucky, dinner's almost ready.
I don't CARE, Indy. Get out of my room!
It's not just your room. It's Cindy's too.
Fine, get out of OUR room.
But Cindy doesn't mind.
Ta agaçant!
I'm glad I took french, instead of German like the rest of my family. Now I can yell things at them, and they don't know what i'm on about.
Shut up.
Make me, fly!
Mu-my! Lucky's speaking French at me!
Lucky, be nice to your sister!
How'd you know I said something bad?
Don't give me that, Lucky! You're lucky we're at home and I can't give you a detention!
Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Cindy walked into the room at that moment.
Hi, Lucky, indy. What's up?
Indy's ANNOYING me! I yelled
Indy, sweetie, leave Lucky alone. Why don't we go play princess, or do some colouring?
Ok! Are you coming?
I'll be there in a moment.
She shut the door, leaning against it.
Lucky, you shouldn't be so ungrateful. She's a great person.
Shut it. I don't care.
Well, you should, because-
I said, shut it! Just because you say you know me, doesn't say you know it all.
Don't acuse me of a crime I never did, don't say that you'll catch me if I fall.
No, not everyone is the same. No, not at all.
But in the end, I'll come out on top, because I know I can try.
And there's nothing that can stop me.
I will try, and I shall not stop untill I have got what I have looked for.
No need to insult me, I already know some is true, no need to push it, I've already had my fill.
She gave me one last, sad luck, walked out of our room, and shut the door gently behind her.
Lucky, the tea's ready!
Coming, Mum!
I stood at the door, looking around. Little did i know that woud be the last time I would see my room in a very long time.
We'd just sat down to eat dinner (it was around 7:30pm) when there was this loud knock on the door. We all froze.
Why would anyone come at this time of night?
I'll go answer it...
Dad went to the hallway. We all sat still, and listened. The door opened with a small creak- dad had only opened it a crack.
Who is i- AGGH!
We rushed into the hall. Dad lay on the floor, his head cut, leaning against the telephone table. His nose was bleeding- somebody had hit him. And NOBODY hits my family!!!
I told you I'd revenge.
Cody?! He was behind this?!
What do you want, Cody?
He stepped into the light. I want revenge, Lucky. These past two years you've made me look like a fool, classed me as I'm not. You don't know me! And now, I will exile you!
You don't have the right. Only the king can exile me.
How do you know I'm not?
What was this dog talking about?????
My father was Nicholas III. You know who he is. And this is my Uncle Micky. He's looking after everything while I'm still in education. I am King Cody II. And you just happened to kick my butt.
Oh.
OH!!!!!!! Oh. My. Waffles. With. A. Cherry. On. Top.
I had kicked the kings butt. I KICKED THE KINGS BUTT!
Guards, sieze them.
While I was taking everything in, about six dogs burst into our house, knocking the door down. I karate kicked one in the nose, and he fell over. He looked like this:
He looked a couple years older than me. Then another dog appeared... A dog very similar, but bigger. I knew who he was.. I'd seen him on TV a couple of times. It was Cody's Uncle Micky:

Oh. My. Waffles. With. A. Cherry. On. Top.
I had kicked Cody's cousin Rhythm in the NOSE!
Oops.(<-- Understatement of the year.)
Anyway, Micky grabbed me by the wrists and pinned them behind my back. He dragged me and my family out into the cold night with nothing but what we had on our person- luckily, I had you, journal, and my lucky wristband. Well, it's actually from the time I went swimming and forgot to give it back... but still, that day I got 3 packets of marshmallows for £2! (Marshmallows are my favourite sweets!)
We were led over to this large truck... It was weird. The back was made of brown metal, with a sliding door in the side. In the darkness I could see shapes moving within... Other prisoners, I guess. Cody had obviously been at this all day. A sour scent drifted from inside. First Mum, than Dad, were hoisted up. Indy was practically CHUCKED in! For a moment I felt sorry for her- but only a moment! Don't go getting ideas!
Cindy jumped up herself- I don't know how she does it, it was so high.
Cody was beside me as they began to lift me up. Before they could, I turned to him, furious.
Get in! he yelled at me.
Just because you say you know me, doesn't say you know it all.
Don't acuse me of a crime I never did, don't say that you'll catch me if I fall.
No, not everyone is the same. No, not at all.
But in the end, I'll come out on top, because I know I can try.
And there's nothing that can stop me.
I will try, and I shall not stop untill I have got what I have looked for.
No need to insult me, I already know some is true, no need to push it, I've already had my fill.
He grinned. Lovely poem, Lucky. Now do as the king says!
I was lifted into the truck. I stared at him, and the door was slammed shut...
Would I ever see daylight again?
Well, hi journal.
It must be around 2am now. We're still in the truck... And guess who's here! Book!
She lent me a torch (she has about five wrapped around her tail ) so I can write.
Dad's just sat there, staring at the wall. Mum's just lying there, eyes closed. Cindy and Indy are sleeping.
Another weird thing about Cindy is that the pawprints on her side glow.
I'm supposed to be asleep, but I'm not. I'm sat here with Book, scribbling away. Wait, she's stopped reading... weird...
Lucky, we should sleep.
I can't. It's weird her, Book.
I know, Lu. But we need to stay strong- who knows what's going to happen to us.
She lay down and went to sleep on the cold floor. That's when I realised: she gave me a nickname. Lu.
Well, goodnight. Sweet dreams, journal.
I hope yours will be better that mine.
I woke with a jolt. The door was open, and bright morning sunshine filtered into the truck.
I sat up, yawning, and hurried over to the door. Rhythm and some other guards stood outside. I knew better than to escape. I sat there, breathing deeply, glad of these few moments of near-freedom.
I knew where we were; it was the small estate on the outskirts of town where Cola and Heather lived. I spotted Cola in her garden, watering her flowers with a hose (never knew she was into gardening.... ).
Lucky? What the bubbles are you doing here? What's going on?
i shrugged, unable to explain. I spotted Heather, two doors down, window wide open, staring.
Lucky! Be careful! What's going on? She saw the armed guards, and three dogs being hauled over to us from across the street. i studied them for a moment before turning back to Heather. She was gone. A moment later, just as the doors were being closed, she ran out into the street.
Aaron! Lucky! I'll find you!
The door slammed shut. We were once again in the dark, a single lightbulb suspended from the ceiling by a wire. Book flipped the switch to turn it on again, as it was just as dark as before inside.
I looked at the new arrivals. One began to talk to me. She was about my age, and looked like this: . Her words will be in orange.
Hi! I'm Jessica. And you are?
Lucky. What're you here for?
I used to be Cody's girlfriend in reception, saw him kissing another girl, broke up with him and shoved his face in a plate of Shepard's pie. I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. The image of Cody with Shepard's pie on his face was too funny to ignore. So why're you here?
I.. er.. I kinda kicked his butt. (<-- yes, I am sooo innocent).
Jessica stared at me for a moment. I got nervous; what if she thought I was stupid? Then, to my utter amazement, she burst out laughing.
That must of been hilarious! I wish I was there!
I wish we weren't here. That was one of the other dogs who had been thrown in at the same time. here's a picture: . He will write in this colour.
Don't be so grumpy, Aaron! Live in the moment! She turned to me. That's my twin brother by the way. And over there is my sister, Josie. This is what she looks like: . Her words will be in this shade of blue. She was sat over by Cindy, chatting away to Indy. I grinned. At least the little worm wouldn't annoy me.
Hey, y'know what I just thought of? That old saying: Yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery, But today is a gift, That's why it's called the present. (Ok, I got it off Kung Fu Panda. Give me a break!) (Wait, I just said that to a book... I really need to get a life... yeah...). Well yesterday seems like a thousand years ago. Tomorrow is gonna be completely unexpected, I know. And today? Today is the worst day of my life.
Hello, J. Do you mind if I call you that? (Wow... I really need to get a life.)
Anyway, it's been two days since we were taken, one day since we collected Jessica, Josie and Aaron (Jess and Jo.. Aaron doesn't have a nickname). Anyway, Jess has been calling me Lulu, which I love! WAY better than plain old Lucky.
Cindy's buddied off with Jo, and Book has been reading Alice in Woofland to Indy.
So this is Jess's story: She and her siblings had been at home with their dad. They'd been woken up at what I was told was 7:30 am by the soldiers. Their dad was no where to be seen. Jo was 16, and Jess and Aaron were the same age as me, 14. Aaron, as it turns out, is Heather's boyfriend. That's why she promised to find us...
I wonder, if Aaron wasn't here, would she say the same thing?
Jess taught me how to write fancy, AND every something pages in this book are plain pages, where I'll put titles for every section of my life. here's what I've called this one:
Ʋитιтℓɛ∂.
'Cause, yeah, at the moment my life IS untitled, when you think about it. Hey, remember what I put on the first page:

So I'm going to write about it in here, and hope its not as boring as hers was.

<-- New understatement of the year.
So, bye for now,
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Hey, J, do you think it's normal to have voices in your head telling you they're the Easter Bunny and the Birthday Kangaroo? I don't think it is, but who knows?
I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten since around 12 o clock on Tuesday(midday, not midnight), and everybody is pretty much starving. If anybody had any food, it was swallowed in one, dry gulp. We're dying in here. Literally dying.
Cody, can we have some water? I called through the peephole we found in the door.
No.
Please. Indy looks sick.
I don't feel well. Please, give us something. I glanced pitifully at Josie, lying in the corner, her orange fur matted and dull. Mum closed her eyes and groaned.
Ok, we'll give you something! His voice was laughing. The door opened and water was chucked in from a bucket. the door slid shut, and voices laughed outside. I blinked, my whiskers dripping wet.
So what do we do now?
As if Cindy's voice had broken a barrier (probably the gateway to insanity), we all crowded around the pool, lapping it up. I gave a small, content sigh. Even if I was crazy, I had water!
We drank until we could drink no more. We all knew the water wouldn't be there in the morning, and we made the most of it.
Indy was moaning.
Mummy, I don't feel well. I think I may be sick.
Mum looked worried and led her over to the hole in the corner of the truck. You really don't wanna know what we use it for )
Anyway, Indy began to choke. She threw up bile into the hole and onto the floor below. I closed my eyes. What if we all get sick? What if it gets so bad we die? I don't want to die!
Looking around the shadowy truck, I realised how bad the situation was. Our pelts were dull and matted. We hadn't had a bite of food in days. We were ill and tired, sentenced to exile far north of all countries and kingdoms.
I realised how many of us will die.
I counted us all: Mum, Dad, Cindy, Indy, Me, Book, Jessica, Josie and Aaron. Nine of us at the start of our journey.
How many will be left at the end?
J, I swear, I will eat my FOOT if I don't get anything to eat. SERIOUSLY. I am dying here. Dying of starvation, annoyingness, the smell of sick and madness. YES< BIRTHDAY KANGAROO, I AM CRAZY! STOP JUDGING ME!
See, I told you so.
Indy keeps throwing up so that she's not even throwing up anything. Wow, I just confused myself. Did you know that when you think about thinking you can't think of anything? Weird. AND DID YOU KNOW:
Old ladies bingo clubs; they bring us all closer.
And I left my pie in india.
Hey, here's that fancily:
Ɩ ℓɛғт мʏ ριɛ ιи ιи∂ια.
Yah, I'm crazy. So crazy and so annoyed, I WILL eat Indy, and my foot.
One last thing:
Hi.
Hi, J! If you're wondering, I'm Jessica. You see, Lulu went to the bathroom hole and she left her diary journal here. AND she said 'she will write in this colour.' So I'm writing in this colour.
Indy and Jo are sick and we've made a hospital corner. They refuse to give us medicine, food or fresh air. We're dying in here. I'm really worried for my big sis. I mean, we always got along. We've never argued. I guess when our mum died, we all realised we needed each other too much. I don't know what I'll do if she dies- and it doesn't look good.
Aaron is also worried. But all he ever does is moan. And sometimes I agree. It just seems so hopeless. My motto is live in the moment, but right now, I want to go back. Back to the days when we were fine, when Mum was alive and dad was happy; back to when I fought with Aaron over who gets which chocolate bar; back to the days when Josie would read me a bedtime story and tuck me up at night. I guess that's impossible.
Oh no, Lulu just spotted me! Bye, J!
Oh my waffles, I cannot believe Jess wrote in here! Grr! Anyway, bye J! Write to you tomorrow/whenever.
~˩ʋcκʏ, иσт Ĵɛƨƨιcα
Hi. J.
I am so tiered, but I wont sleep. If I do I might not wake up.
Everybody is starving. All remembrance of food is gone. I can barely remember what we were eating the night I was taken. I think it was turkey... I can remember thinking What is this, Christmas? before we ate.
Aaron has been counting the days. Apparently it's 13th December. Wow, already? We were taken THREE WEEKS AGO?!
Hurry up, Heather. Please.
Camels can go without food or water for a long time. I wish I was a camel.
You ok, Lucks?
Just hungry. And tired. And thirsty.
Oddly, she seemed none of these things. There was a strange expression in her eyes... What? Pain? Joy? Evil? Jealousy? It seemed like all of these. These past few weeks, Cindy's changed. Before, I admired her; she had no idea where she came from, but she still knew who she was, still hoped for a great future. Now she's lost that. It's as if she knows what will happen. Where she came from.
And if she does... this past year will have all been a lie.
No, I'm being ridiculous. We're all going a little mad. With me it's the voices in my head... with Jess, it's hallucinations.
Indy and Jo are sick. I doubt they'll make it to Christmas, if I must say. Mum's up all day and night trying to care for them.. but it's pointless, really. Even if they do survive, their lives will be hard, where we're going.
Cindy caught me looking at my little sister.
She's a great person, you know. I satred up at her with big, sad, eyes. My voice was a dry whisper.
I know. We were interrupted by a wail.
Water, Josie croaked. I'm so thirsty.
Cindy begged for it. There was a small hatch to the front of the truck where the guards were. I could here their mocking words.
Aww, is somebody thirsty? Is little Cinderella thirsty?
No. Little dogs are dying. Please, we need water.
Rhythm?
Here's some water, you selfish dogs! Rhythm yelled, sloshing water in a bucket. Mum cupped it in her tail and fed it to Josie. She looked a little better- but who I am I kidding? We're all gonna die.
Great, now I sound like Aaron.
We all crowded around. It was different from last time we drank, though- even though we were so thirsty, we couldn't drink it. My legs collapsed beneath me as I drank. I gave a groan.
Mu-my? Indy whispered. We turned to her. I don't feel well.
Hush, now little Indigo. Just sleep.
Indy closed her eyes. Mum fed her a sip of water. Her breathing was so slow. I was worried it would stop altogether. Josie's ragged breathing alarmed me even more. I crawled over to the dark wall, and lent my head against it, resting.
During the night something alarmed me. I raised my head and peered through the dark. My ears tensed for a tiny sound.
That's when I realised.
I walked over to the hospital corner. Jess and Aaron were resting there, propped up on a pile of sacks we found in here. Mum lay beside Indy. I ignored them and rested my nose on Josie's chest. It was just as I suspected.
She was dead.
The funeral was short. We whispered words to Josie's dead body, and several cried. I know I did. But Cindy... Can you believe that Cindy was SMILING?! Oh well. She's always been strange.
We were passing through a forest, the last golden leaves falling around us. The truck stopped and we were let out to bury Josie. We dug a hole at the foot of an oak- Cindy, Aaron, Jess, Mum and me. Once it was deep enough, Dad nudged Jo into the hole, and she lay there, her half-open eyes staring back at us eerily. We scattered wildflowers and coins around her, like a queen. Then we covered the hole back up, and carved into the tree:
Buried at the foot of this tree lies Josie Kai Merryweather,
5th July 1996 - 14th December 2012.
May she rest in peace, and let her be forever remembered,
Even when Even though the world will never know.
We'll miss you, Jo.
Aaron also carved it into a large slab of stone,which he lay over the grave. We sat there a while, a bunch of flowers lain on the mound, the leaves falling about us, caught on the breeze.
Right, times up! Back into the truck. And here's a little snack.
The voice belonged to one of the guards. She looked like this:. Her eyes were kind, and she passed us a packet of bread rolls. Don't tell she whispered, passing them to me. My name's Sara.
That night we were woken by arguing.
Rhythm, Cody and Sara were yelling in the front of the truck.
You gave them food?!
It's cruel and unright, what you're doing! They need food and water, just like us! One just died- don't you feel anything? You two are just heartless!
They don't need what we do! They're just animals. You should see how they live in there, the pigs!
They live like that because we force them to!
Who cares, Sara? They're just a load that we're dumping off at Nonhoministerra. We'll be back here by Christmas, and they wont exist in our world.
You two are a bunch of spoiled, heartless pigs.
Sara! Shut up! Obey your king, or I'll fire you.
You can't fire me! I took this job not so I could have the honour of protecting the king and his lord, but to feed my family. Not all of us live in castles you know! If I didn't have this job, my family would be out on the street. We'd be better off in Nohoministerra!
Shut up, or we'll leave you there.
Sara did as he said. I sighed, cuddling up in my sack with Cindy. Jess and Aaron were next to us. Mum and Dad shared another, and Indy (who had gotten better) shared with Book.
Morning came and we rationed the bread rolls. There were 16 in the pack, and 8 of us. We split each roll in half, and we'd eat one per day, to save them. I had a poppyseed roll. the poppy-seeds made me sleepy, so I lazed about all day, thinking of the argument.
Snow began to fall outside. It was the 16th december today. Nine more days till christmas.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!
I look at Indy, and sighed. Then I joined in, my voice croaky.
Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride,
In a one-horse open sleigh! Cindy joined in.
Hey! Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh! Over the fields we go, laughing all the way! Hahaha! Bells on bobtails ring, making spirits bright! Oh what fun it is to laugh and sing this slaying song tonight! Oh Jingle bells-
Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to ride!
In a one horse open sleigh! Hey!
Shut up!
We laughed.
We'll reach the land Rhythm called 'Nonhoministerra' by morning, Sara said. She came back here to give us some fresh water. It is the 23rd of December today. Hey, did you know there was originally 10 months in the year: Jan, Feb, March, April, May, June, September, October, November and December? The Romans added in two more- July and August, named after two emperors.
Anyway, nobody else has died (yet). Yay us! [sooo bad at sarcasm].
It's snowing outside. All we're passing through is an icy wasteland known as Islandia, which means 'Ice-land'. I always was good at geography, I guess. The dogs who live here are farmers who dig up vegetables that grow up here. On my globe at home, it is at the very top of my globe, the upmost region of the arcticumcirculi. No mention of Nonhoministerra. But then again, they could have jus wiped it off the map.
Why couldn't we be banished somewhere warm? Like Africa? Where we live, pretty much everything is latin, so we have to learn t at school. Oh my god- I just translated Nonhoministerra. Noman'sland. No man's land.
Ok, this is getting very freaky.
But didn't this get freaky the day Cody turned out to be king? Or the evening he appeared at my karate club, swearing revenge?
Karate. That reminds me- Heather! Do you think she could reach us in time, before we fall off the edge of the world?
The truck suddenly stopped, and there was yelling outside.
Oh, another one? Take that- and that- you filthy-
Rhythm, you're whatever you were going to say! Leave her alone! She's only thirteen. Only a child.
But she's from Arcus. I can tell. She came after her friends. Rhythm, slap her for me.
There was a sharp sound, and someone crying out in pain.
Chuck her in.
The door was opened, and a small lump was thrown into the truck. Even in the little light, and through the dirt covering her body, I knew who she was.
It was Heather.
Heather? I asked in disbelief.
Lucky?
Heather!
Aaron surged forwards and stared at her. Heather, what are you doing here?
I said I'd come for you, Aaron. And I did. They embraced, until Jess coughed and they broke away, embarrassed. You can share our sack.
Ok, you don't here that everyday. Where are we heading?
Nonhoministerra.
Huh?
No man's land.
July. All summer sunshine and twix ice cream bars. And today- it's Christmas eve.
I don't want any presents this year. All I want is to be home for christmas, but home is almost a month's travel away. It's 2:05am, and no-one can sleep. So we've been reduced to singing christmas carols (again).
Oh Rudolph the red nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose!
Like a lightbulb!
And if you ever saw it (saw it)
You would even say it glows,
Like a lightbulb!
And all the other reindeer (reindeer),
Used to laugh and call him names (like pinochio!)
And then one foggy christmas eve, Santa came to say:
Ho ho ho! Rudolph with your nose so bright, wont you guide my sleigh tonight!
The all the reindeer loved him
Loved him!
And they shouted out with glee:
Yippee!
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, You'll go down in history!
Like harry potter!
You'll go down in history!
We'd been singing for an hour, and they'd given up telling us to shut up. All they wanted for Christmas was things. They didn't get that we wanted something much more- we wanted to be home. But more importantly, since we couldn't, we just wanted to be together.
And that we'll definitely have.
I bet you're wondering why I mentioned July and ice cream, aren't you J? Well, earlier we were discussing our favourite holidays. Mine was a simple trip to Skegness in the summer, playing in the sea, sunbathing on the sands, and eating ice cream.
Anyway, it's 3am now. Yet we're not tired. Some of the others are singing a Christmas song I've never heard of, so I'm just gonna lie here and think.
Christmas music is playing in the front of the truck. I can hear it through the thin metal. It's pretty cold in here, but we're snuggled up inside our sacks, warm with whoever we share it with. I cuddled closer to Cindy, warmth pressing against my fur. I sighed. Things were as perfect as they could be, considering we're trapped inside a truck heading to no man's land.
Still, we could live here, couldn't we? Get this land that Sara tells us 'will be yours' back on the map?
Hey, look at this: Ours + why = Yours.
So never question the word ours. (<---- Yes, I am soooo clever) (<----Spot the sarcasm)
Suddenly the truck grinds to a halt. A minute later, the door is pulled open by a shivering Rhythm, covered in fluffy things- fur, Book calls them.
Out, he tells us, and, taking our sacks with us, we do as he says.
We stand in a line, and he steps back out of our view. There's nothing. Nothing but endless ice, snow and sky.
Where are we?
I stared around, and try to swallow y fear as I say my next words.
We're nowhere.




So that is the end! Sequel will come to day, and thanks for all the nice comments!

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