To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

I'm worried that Zor might try to do something and end up hurting himself. He has all these weird powers now, and he might try to take advantage of them.

I'm going to keep with him even if he doesn't want me to, he's my best friend, I can't let him get hurt.

Maybe I'll talk to Sansa...


Posted by Lucas Wylder at 11:24 AM 0 .spoke.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I keep running into this girl, Sansa.

She's like, really nice, and really pretty, and she blushes all the time.

I think she hates me. And today she had to bandage me up because I was all busted after a run in with Zor's dad...

I kind of like her, but I swear she hates me.

Now I should probably go find Zorak... He'll be mad, I think.


Posted by Lucas Wylder at 8:05 PM 8 .spoke.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

It hurts too much to move right now. Gotta avoid Zor though.

He's going to flip.


Posted by Lucas Wylder at 3:04 PM 0 .spoke.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Dear Zorak,

I do not have your stupid skateboard.

You probably left it at home, or something, because I know for sure that I do NOT have it.

Why don't I have it?

Because the last time I touched the thing I nearly died, and once again you thought it was funny, just like that time in the tree in your back yard.

Anyways.

I don't have your skateboard. Did you check in your mess of a closet?

Your Friend,

Lucas


Posted by Lucas Wylder at 10:06 AM 4 .spoke.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Zorak likes to pretend everything is alright, but I know he only smiles to make me feel better.

He can be so cold and bitter, I can understand why in some ways, it's not like things have been tip-top for me, but I wish he'd smile for real for once. Just once. Even if it was just for me.

He was wearing long sleeves again, and it's warm out today. I'm sure he and his dad got into it again. Next time...

Next time I'll step in. I won't stand for that.

He should be a father. Not a monster.


Posted by Lucas Wylder at 3:26 PM 0 .spoke.