Part 1: Blank Slate

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"12 April 1797-

Well, my name is Roman Closkey and I finally annoyed my family enough that they bought me a diary. When I say "family", I mean everyone. They said that I could write about anything that goes on in my life, but who can blame me? I mean, we ended up moving to a very small town in the middle of nowhere. Why? Because they wanted to live simple lives, and didn't want to listen to all the noise and drama in the city. Living in the city was the best. There was always something you never did before. Lots of people and also cute girls. I can't believe we had to move away, it's like they didn't want to hear what I had to say about it. Wherever they go, I go apparently. But it's not just me. I have a little brother (7), and an older sister, (17), with me being the middle child, (12). I don't feel comfortable writing in a diary. Don't girls usually do this sort of thing? Well, I've written this far, maybe it will grow on me sooner or later. We just finished unpacking our stuff and everyone is starting to hit the hay. I might as well myself, since I will be starting school here tomorrow.

13 April 1797-

SCHOOL TIME!... Trust me, I'm not excited. I was the first to wake up, surprisingly. Usually that's my sister. She would always be up before everyone including our parents, saying that she could not wait to learn something new. That's what she told our parents, but I know that she just wants to see her friends. It's not like she gets good grades, so I'm sure my parents know the real reason she's active in the morning. Maybe I should timestamp my entries so I know what time things happened. I'll make sure to add it on the next one.

13 April 1797 (6:30)-

I just asked my mother if I could bring my diary to school. Oh course she said no, but I'm bringing it anyway. She said that bringing it will cause a distraction and keep me from my studies. God, it's not like I'm going to pull it out in the middle of class. I'm not that willing to get my diary taken up or even let others know I have one, cause I still don't know if it's cool for a boy to have one. When dozens of people laugh at you, it'll feel like walls are caving in. Believe me, I learned that the hard way.

13 April 1797 (6:42)

This is going to be short, since we're now walking to the school, with our sister guiding us. I think that her and mother went out to get herself familiar with the town one day. It looks like she knows what she's doing so I shouldn't be worried. Man, it's hard to write and walk at the same time.

13 April 1797 (7:03)-

It sure took us long enough, but we finally made it. The building is very tall and well kept. The town itself looks very old and worn out, so it's surprising to see the school in this shape. First, we have to sign some paperwork in the office and we should be able to go to our classes. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the school itself is massive enough for all of us to attend. Even though our age gap is large, the school is able to hold our grades in one building. That's pretty cool, so we can hangout at lunch time. Wait, no, we can't do that, this is our first day. We have to be open and make friends today. We actually made up a challenge. Whoever can make the most friends by the end of the day can eat the other's dessert after dinner. After the prize was mentioned, everything just got real.

13 April 1797 (11:45)

Lunch period is now the best time of the day, next to nighttime. I didn't actually work today in the classroom yet. Maybe because it was my first time in school, so I had to just watch. There were 22 kids in the classroom that were evenly divided between boys and girls until I came along. There's actually a lot of cute girls there. Really, I didn't think it would be possible in a small town like this. Right now I'm sitting alone. I was sure that the students would come to me and talk, I mean they couldn't be getting transfers left and right out here. So I thought they would be crawling all over me by now. This may be harder than I thought. The food is pretty good and the chefs are very nice. The inside is just as well-kept as the outside. Why does this building look so much better than the town itself? I have to go now. Everyone is looking at me kinda strange since I'm in a weird position. I'm trying to write in my diary, but I'm covering it with my body. Until I'm sure, they must not know!

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