Death Journal #6 (Number 5 was never recovered)- My Life is a Dystopian Novel

Dear Journal,

Entry #6. I think today is Mariah Taylor Day, but I can’t be positive. All I know is that I’ve run into her on campus like fifteen times today (I know that’s not unusual, but still…). Last night I went to the Honor Ball. Go knights! Speaking of men in shining armor, I saw some people in military uniform, with everyone else dressed up in Sunday best.

I felt like I was in a dystopian novel – are we being invaded? And if I’m in a dystopian novel, where are the two guys that are madly in love with me that I feel indifferent towards? I guess I did have two escorts to the dance… but neither of them shared with me their vampire/ werewolf or their hunter/baker secrets. Sigh. After all, a guy who burns bread on purpose is quite the winner I’m told. The dance itself was fun, and my dancing skills did not go unnoticed by the LXD (League of Extraordinary Dancers). As I discussed my possible future with my recruiter Joshua, he said the league was “intimidated by my immortal dancing skills and were afraid…” Braggadocios? I think so. But I’ll allow it. On a more important note, I’m starting to forget things. When my biology teacher asked me what an Ionic Bond was my mind went blank and I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. What’s next, forgetting how to talk to guys? Oh wait… I never knew how to do that. Guess I’m safe for now.

The Student

Photo Cred.- Brianne Ramelli