Onyx's Journal

Onyx while unpacking all of his stuff had found his journal lying in between some of the clothes he had brought with him and some of the other supplies he had brought with him to prom. Sitting at a table in the dorm room taking out a pen he began to ponder what he could write down jotting everything that had come to mind.

" Ello there journal nice to meet you again it been a year since I wrote inside here and so much has happened since then well I guess mightn as well start to tell ya then. I came to prom about 3 days ago. Already I find myself in the not so good crowd with the other people around here, however one of the other member's of the school I've already met and fought against in the training ground's around here. He seem's to be really friendly even though he still hasn't said his name yet maybe he just's one of the shy types who know's really. I usually see other people around here on random occasion I already met a group of people who were talking to me about a weird forest off the ground's. Supposedly its the largest one around here and many who travelled their never come back alive. I know it sounds dumb, but most of the kids around here agree with the rumor's. Thank's to the dare I made with those strange kid's earlier in the hallway, I get a one night's stay in the center of the forest lucky me. Most likely their will be nothing in there, but im hopping there will be since it would really suck just to go in there and find nothing I mean I know their supposedly are suppose to be thing's that could kill me and such in there THAT WOULD BE AWESOME TO MEET ONE OF THOSE..... Anyway I still find it strange after In talked to those kids I couldn't find um again, they might have had class who know's really though after we were done talking and suches they seemed to want to get out of there like they were afraid just to be in the hallway's or something strange huh. Anyways I'm going to head out know since I'm not sure about the whole rule things here. I'll tell you what happened when I get back if I do come back that is, but for now onyx out."

When he finished writing down all that stuff from what happened so far he had left the journal on the table then put on a random shirt in the drawer then headed out the door. Leaving it within the darkness of his room for him to return and write down the outcome of his venture dare, if he made it back anyway's hopefully so maybe not.

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We are the constant decay.
Each note will disintegrate.
Perched upon our towers, motionless and miserable.
Here's to a comfortable casket.
How deceiving is the cemetery of motivation.
I wish to write a conclusion