Hello, beautiful handcrafted leather journal!
Let me start off by saying that I’m not like most girls. Well, okay, that’s stretching it quite a bit. But what I mean is that while most girls who have diaries write because of school assignments, their mothers, or some other reason. Not me. I got this out of my own volition. No, I’m not trying to sound like some special snowflake, but I’m just trying to make it clear. So, why did I buy this beautiful, handcrafted leather journal with a picture of a tree on the front cover, you ask? Well, it’s because of one thing. I’m going to be a high school student, and go to the famously haunted Miston High!
Okay, I should probably introduce myself. My name is something of a mouthful, so say it with me—Eh-neye-ah-lin. Yes, my name is Enyalynne. Enyalynne West. If you say it out loud, it kind of sounds like ‘Annihilate,’ which is pretty cool. However, I prefer to just go by Enya. I have two older brothers, Callum and Prune. I am a high school student, and I get fairly decent grades. I play the guitar and I’m learning the ukulele (or, at least I want to). I have two friends, three enemies, and a guy (whom I HATE) relentlessly pursuing me. But I’ll get to all of them later. First I’ll talk about my family!
This is the oldest of us three—Prune. He is college age, but instead of college, he chose to live in our family basement. He is lazy, never tries anything, and expects that everything should be done for him. He especially likes to boss Callum and me around. Needless to say, Prune and I don’t really get along very well.
Then there’s Callum. He’s older than me but younger than Prune, and the complete opposite of the latter. He’s the looker—girls would be asking him out even if he wasn’t a famous DogTuber. Oh yeah, he is. He often reviews movies he hates, although he does it as a hobby. He really wants to be a storm chaser and a reporter for storms and things. He’s pretty likeable. We get along pretty well, though it is annoying when we try to have brother-sister bonding time and some fangirl comes along and tries to flirt with my brother.
My parents are your normal loving, supportive parents. They aren’t quirky, or weird, or anything. They are pretty overly emotional though at times.
And now I shall talk about Miston High. It looks like this really old castle, and I’ve heard that it is really old on this inside as well. It’s a boarding school as well, with dorms and everything. It’s also supposed to be haunted, especially since it’s supposed to be built as a memorial to something. This log (I’m calling it a log in honor of my best friend Aspen) is a recording of all of the times I find ghosts and spirits and stuff. Oh, I’m a huge believer in ghosts and the supernatural, even if I am an atheist. And with the statistics on encounters at this high school going through the roof, I really hope to find one! Although an encounter with a demon would be freaky. Oh well. I’m going there tomorrow, with my friends, enemies, a hopeful future as a musician, and no plot twist whatsoever that will make me not normal in any way!
None at all.
And today is my first day of Miston High! I’m so excited! Both of my friends will be going as well. Or did I mention that already?
This is my best friend since elementary school. Now, if you think my full name’s strange, then take a gander at my friend’s full name: Aspen Cypress Sycamore Maple Oaks. That’s a lot of trees, don’t you think? She also has a sister named Acacia Sequoia Pine Oaks. I think her parents might be starting to run out of different types of trees. But anyway, guess what Aspen’s interested in. No, seriously, guess! If you guessed trees, then you are utterly wrong. Aspen loves space. She’s fascinated with planets, comets, asteroids, stars…you name it! Just as I believe in ghosts, Aspen vehemently believes in aliens. She says she saw flying saucers as she and her family was driving across the desert one time, and another time, she saw what could have been a flying saucer near the ocean. How cool is that? While I have never seen a flying saucer, I do not think that it is a stretch to believe that there is life out there. Aspen wants to be an astronomer. Other than liking space, she likes making people laugh. She’s very witty, and I love her to pieces.
This is my other friend, whom I met in middle school. Her name is Camille Rose. She is very kind, outgoing, and loves shopping. She carries that camera everywhere because she loves photography. She has accounts on DogChat and Instadog and is addicted to both. She even made DogChat accounts for me and Aspen just so she can send us selfies and other pictures. Camille has the biggest crush on my brother as well. It’s really cute! I could even see them going storm-chasing together, since they both love videos and filmography and stuff. I don’t know photography terms, okay? If I tried to use them, I would probably butcher them and then Camille and Callum would both get mad at me. Anyway, I love Camille to pieces as well.
“Oi, you’re writing instead of going on a ghost hunting expedition as soon as possible? Who are you and what have you done to Enya?!?!”
HOLY CRAP A BURGLAR IS IN MY HOUSE EVACUATE EVACUATE STOP DROP AND ROLL I BELIEVE IS THE WAY TO DO IT
So I looked up from where I was sitting (I was on the couch, by the way), only to see Aspen standing over me with a rather toothy grin on her face. Camille was behind her, though she was looking around. I bet she was looking for my brother.
So I slammed the Ghost Log shut and jumped up so that I was standing on the couch. I am quite tall, and now I appeared taller than ever. I pointed dramatically the both of them. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?” I shouted, dramatically pointing in their direction. I was pretty happy to see them, though.
“’Cause it’s time for school, duh!” Aspen relied with a wink. “Time for ghosts, yeah!”
“YEEEAAAHHHH!” I crowed, leaping down from the couch and scoring a high-five from Aspen. Meanwhile, I heard Camille let out a squeal.
“Callum!”
Sure enough, my brother came out into the living room. He’s a senior this year, meaning that’s he’s going to graduate this year. “Oh, hello, Camille and Aspen,” he said, rather obliviously. Camille blushed at even this minor acknowledgement. Aspen and I rolled our eyes in a good-natured manner.
“So are you going to drive us or what?” I asked him.
“Probably,” he replied. “Prune’s asleep in the basement, and our parents probably won’t be able to handle it.”
Sure enough, as we got all of our bags (Aspen and Camille had already brought theirs over) ready, both our parents were a mess of tears.
“Call us whenever you can!” Mom cried whilst hugging me.
“Yes, of course,” I responded, voice muffled by the hug. Mom is even taller than me.
Finally, we all started to head towards the school. This is going to be great!
Later, Ghost Log.
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Yay! Anyway, this is really good! (and someone who uses quotation marks and dialogue tags, YES! Thank you!) This is really interesting. I need to be hearing more about this haunted school!
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