Page 3 Entry Three: March 15 2015

March 15, 2015

I burned myself with the wand today. I was praticing practicing the flame trick and I wasn't paying atenshun atention attention and I burnt my arm. It wasn't too bad, but it still hurt.  I yelled "Ow!" when it hapened happened and Big Bro came running to the door. I heard him run down the stairs so I quicly quickly hid the wand before he could see. He asked me what was rong wrong and if I was hurt, but when I looked at my arm, there were no marks on my skin. I told him I was fine and he asked we what happened. I told Frederick that I was just playing around and to not wory worry about it. 

I need to be more carefool carefull carful when I mess around with the with the wand. If I mess up and realy really hurt myself, I won't be able to tell anyone about it, because if they find out, they mite might try to take my wand away. I found it first and it's finders keepers, so it's all mine. I have school tomaro tomarow tommrow tomorrow and Fred drives me so I have to find a good hiding place for my wand and my jurnle journle journal. At school, I'm going to ask Adam if he has ever seen a really wierd weird looking stick in his backyard. I won't tell him ether either way. He might try to say it's his and try to take it back or he might not want to be my freind friend anymore.

I should have been watching him. If he had gotten hurt, it would have been all my fault for not keeping an eye on him like I should. I should look through his room to try and find the wand if possible. I don't know what I'd do with it, but I just need to find it so someone else doesn't get it. 

I should also look for more pages, or even better: the notebook itself. There is a chance the other pages will reveal where he put the wand, or at the very least, what it looks like.

Page 2 Entry Two: March 14 2015

March 14, 2015

I expiriminted experiminted experimented with the wand today. I had plenty of time to try and figure it out because it was Satarday Saterday Saturday. I went to our backyard and waved the wand around, but it nothing happened. Fredrick Frederick came outside to ask me what I was doing and I told him I was "playing pretend". He shrugged and went back inside. I can't let him know about my wand or he might take it from me.

I  felt the enregy energy flow through my hand. I closed me eyes and focussed focused on when I picked up the stick the first time and the flowing in my hand. The wand sputtered and when I opened my eyes, a fire was lit at the tip. It only took a second for it to sputter out. It looked like a lighter! This is so cool! I can't wait to see what else I can do. I spent all day practising practicing the fire trick and I can almost hold it there for 10 secends seconds.

I was supposed to keep an eye on him when our parents went out. I used to stay outside with him so I could make sure he wasn't getting into trouble. Over time, I stopped staying outside, and instead checked up on him every once in a while. I should've been watching him. I should've been there for him.

I failed to put this in the first entry, but Jacob was a terrible speller. The crossed out words are where he scratched out misspelt words and rewrote them. He always used to ask me for help on his english homework, and he never used the eraser.

Page 2, Entry One: March 13 2015

March 13, 2015

I was playing outside today with my friend, Adam. Adam is pretty weird, he spaces out a lot, talks to himself, and gets a lot of headaches. He's cool though, he let's me hang out with him whenever.
 We were playing in his back yard when I found this weird looking stick. I ignored it because I thought it was just some weird looking branch. Adam started muttering to himself and shook his head. He told me the he had to go inside because he was getting a headache. I told him goodbye and began to leave before glancing back at the weird stick. I decided to pick it up and take it with me, and as I picked it up, I felt energy flowing back and forth through in my hand and the stick, and the stick began to spark and smoke at the tip. I dropped the stick, thinking it caught on fire, but it stopped sparking and smoking.
I picked the stick up again and felt the energy, but it did not sputter this time. I decided to take it with me, not letting anyone know, not even Adam. I'm writing this journal to record anything interesting that happens with the stick. This is so cool! I wonder what else it can do.

I don't remember seeing him come home with a stick. I'll try to get in touch with Adam about this, though I can't remember his last name. If anyone knows anyone this sounds like, please leave a comment about it.

It's hard to believe, but this seems real. Why else would he hide it?

First Page: "Note to big bro"

NOTE TO BIG BRO

FREDERICK DON'T TOUCH

I KNOW YOU GO THROUGH MY STUFF WHILE IM GONE DON'T READ MY JOURNAL

AND DON'T TOUCH MY STICK

IT'S NOT YOURS

Well, I guess at this point, it doesn't really matter if I read it. I had no idea what he meant by "My stick"until after reading page 2

Introduction

Hello, My name is Frederick Stevens. Recently, my younger brother, Jacob, passed away. While packing up some of his things, I found a few pages that seemed to be torn out of a notebook. The writings were odd. Not odd in the sense that what they said was weird (although they were very strange) rather, they were odd in the sense that he wasn't the kind of kid who would keep a diary.

As a way to let others know of his story, and to possibly help me cope with losing him, I will be uploading the pages to this blog. I'm willing to answer questions to the best of my ability.