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Chapter 1: Oh, it’s you.
Dear Diary,
When I was a child, my father brought me to a place called Kukuroo Mountain. He promised me we would go to an amusement park, but the property set at the top wasn’t exactly a magical place. I have the vaguest memory of attempting to push the stony gate. Maybe I was only six back then, that’s why I wasn’t able to open it. But the way my father opened it with just a simple push of a hand made me think it was just like opening the door to my bedroom.
I remember feeling cold as I walked down the wide and open path. While there weren’t any roller coasters or spinning tea cups, whoever owned that house had the weirdest dog I’ve ever seen. He was huge and slobbery. Must be a real pain to clean up the poop.
Papa and I had so many stop overs. After what felt like forever, we finally reached the property. I remember seeing a huge man with long, golden hair. He looked just like a god from my story books. Beside him was the most peculiar woman I’ve ever met. She had goggles on. I remember thinking, why would you have goggles if you’re not swimming? I liked her poofy dress though. I remember asking papa to get me the same kind.
We were given the most delicious treats in the garden - biscuits, chocolate, and tea. I still didn’t know why we were there. Papa said he had to talk to some important people and that they wanted to meet me as well. As they talked, I jumped off my seat and played in the sandbox.
I kept looking back to the adults, and I was getting bored of their long conversation. Why were we there in the first place?
Just when I was about to run back to annoy papa into leaving, a freaky looking boy appeared.
He had his arms crossed over his chest. His lips were downturn and I remember how eerie it felt to stare back into his jetblack eyes. I didn’t say anything. We just stared at each other.
He looked like he was about my age at that time. “Hi...who are you?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. I looked back at the adults, and wondered if he was the child of the people my father was talking to. He didn’t look like them at all…
I asked him again who he was, but he suddenly drew close and pushed me with just one hand.
What the hell, right? Who knocks down a complete stranger?
I got angry (never did have the best temper) and stood up, threatened to push him back, but he vanished. Then I fell over because I was pushed from behind. This went on for a while until my irritation consumed me. The next time he tried to push me again, I jumped back and hid behind the target board.
He looked around to find me and I don’t know how he did it, but he did. We jumped back and forth, avoiding each other, playing an unspoken game of tag. Who the hell was this boy anyway? Why was he coming after me?
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen...and I couldn’t feel him around the area. I stepped out behind the trees and then got knocked down. Enraged, my body filled with warmth as I huffed and grabbed the jungle gym to throw it at him.
“Your daughter is quite a firecracker, Donovo.” The Zeus-like man told papa.
Father looked at me disapprovingly and I stopped. The boy once again appeared and pushed me down. Annoyed, I decide to jump back and hide.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five...the boy appeared and looked around. Thirty minutes and I heard him say, “Father, she’s weak.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and jumped out. The second he felt me from behind him, I kicked the sandbox right to his face.
Papa was angry.
That was eighteen years ago. This afternoon we went back to the mountain. We had the same treats and tea. The sandbox wasn’t there anymore. But he was.
Love,
Tora