Sage Asher just moved to Maple Town with his parents. He quickly befriends Caden Jones, the school's nerdy rich boy with a bad past in his family.
New life, new house, new school... new abilities.
He meets a girl named Blue. But she's not exactly a...
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I put the diary safely in my bag and we made our way out the gates. Visiting hours were up and it was almost 8 in the night.
Caden looked happy. The doofus smile on his face explains it all. He asked her"So you're telling me that you've been around this whole time?" She nodded with a smile"What I mostly remember of it." He furrowed his brows and then looked at me. I said honestly"She doesn't remember how she- you know." He sighed whispering"How she died." I nodded and we looked back at Blue with an anxious look on her face.
Driving down the highway, back to home, I decided to give the diary a read and I'm telling you, I did not like what I read.
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My heart dropped to my stomach. They left him. They left him all alone. My grandfather, dad, and uncle Drew. They left him without hearing him out. I closed the journal and kept it back in my bag.
Looking out the window, it was dark that I could see my reflection in the glass. If I tell my parents, will they lock me up too and leave me all alone? Will they leave me to battle my nightmares all alone?
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I reached home after twelve and I hoped that dad wasn't awake.
Closing the door behind me, I turned around and saw the LED lamp turned on. And there sat my dad in his favorite lazy boy chair, wearing his glasses and a blue robe on his matching striped pajama set. He slowly stood up from the chair and wrapped his arms against his chest as he spoke with a firm voice"We will talk about curfew in the morning, Sage. Go to sleep." I sighed and made my way up the stairs to my room.
Changing my clothes into pajamas, I lied on my bed with the diary in my hands.
This is big. If the diary is filled with nothing but ghost stuff, it felt heavy on my shoulders when I think about that, I'm holding a journal that I got from my uncle that I didn't even know existed 28 hours ago. This is his whole life experience in my hands. This journal is literally his whole life.
I should properly keep it safe. When he said earlier 'Be one of the good guys. Not the bad ones' was a way of him saying 'Do not fuck this up.' And I got that message loud and clear.
