In a quickly darkening room in a three-story building, someone was vigorously writing in a paper notebook, wholly dedicating all of his attention to this notebook. Around him were a lot of pictures taped to the walls, mainly containing the guy surrounded by other people and a few pictures of dogs as well. The room was small and cold, as chilled air entered through the air conditioning. Minutes passed as the man shook his wrist at random times as he wrote continuously.
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Dear Diary,
Today was a pretty good day.
I got all my assignments done early, which is strange because they usually take me till later at night. School is being tough right now because of exams coming up, but I feel confident in passing exams. Though I don't really have to go out and explore anymore, not that I really could as my bike's tire deflated again.
Oh, something new happened today! A lady in one of my engineering classes told me she liked me and asked if I could be her boyfriend. As you already know, I can't take any new relationships as of right now. Not for a while. Not after what happened last time.
In other news, I got to see this lovely patch of flowers that seemed to pop up overnight near the dorm. They were yellow and looked like roses, which was a completely new flower to me. They smelled amazing, and I took one back to the dorm to look at. Even in all the dry flats of Bryton and all the dust, such a flower that seemed to be very rare exists here is amazing and fascinating to me. I wish I could go out more and explore parks around here again.
Anyway, I celebrated my birthday with me, myself, and I! And now I am Officially 20, even though I might not look like it with some of my baby face. Wish I could see my birth parents, whoever they are. Why did they just leave me? Ah, whatever, their loss since I am so amazing that I got a full-ride scholarship to the university.
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Taking a moment to look around, at all the pictures of his friends and the foster family's old dogs. Even though the foster parents were horrible and lied constantly, they still had nice pets, and the other kids there were nice as well. Especially their two dogs, who would always visit him when he felt down. Staring at the pets longingly for a few minutes, the man continued to write down in his journal.
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Oh also, I have found this new story. It seems interesting, and I can't wait to dive into that wonderful world before I pass out. It's a pretty long story so far, and even better, It's still being written! Which is why I am so excited to dive right into it since, as you know, I hate quick endings. It's a book in a magical setting with an interesting synopsis. I hope maybe one day I'll be able to use magic like them. And maybe magic can be used for engineering too, that would be so cool to see. Like flying cities and teleporters, stuff out of SciFi but with magic because magic is so much cooler.
I wish I were in a world with magic, with all the things I could do. I would make so many things, like flying vehicles and dazzling towers that shoot magic spells or something. I wish I could understand what makes magic work and if I was there, understand why our world doesn't have magic. Also how could I skip the chance to try shooting fireballs from my hands, as how could that not be awesome?
Oh also—
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*BZZZZZZZZ*
"Ah, what is it now? I thought I turned you onto silent..."
Shuffling through his pocket, Lucas Vanter picks out his phone to check who had messaged him, as he usually liked to reply to them quickly. But as he turned his phone on and illuminated his face, he immediately dropped it after reading the first line. Shock filled him as he decided to check again because maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him as. But to his despair, as he picked up his phone from the cold floor, that line was really there.
[EMERGENCY ALERT: A THERMONUCLEAR MISSILE IS CURRENTLY HEADING TOWARD THE BRYTON AREA, PLEASE FIND A SHELTER...]
Racing to find his things before trying to find shelter, Lucas picked up his notebook again and jumped out of his bed to grab his backpack and race out the door of the dorm. But as he was about to leave out his door, the room he was in brightened. Gazing over to the window, seeming to part clouds, he saw a spectacular sight to see, as what seemed like a second sun began rising from the far horizon, a ball of fire rising in the distance. But this sight was despair-inducing to those who knew what a deadly beauty the magnificent sun was. And despair ensues as there is just one problem with this gigantic fireball. It was easy to identify the problem that caused so much fear, and it was so available to everyone looking that they would all come to the same findings.
Even though it looked quite a distance away, the majestic fireball was too close.
Realizing this and realizing death had turned its head towards poor Lucas, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and attached his headphones. Then to pass the time as the blast moved closer, he tried to play one last song. He realized that he was in the range of the shockwave and that sadly he was unluckily not in range of instant vaporization, so he had to deal with a long, painful death. Screams riddled with the despair of others rang out throughout the building as they began to realize Death's Scythe was hanging above their necks. Deciding to ignore them, Lucas turned on noise-canceling mode and decided to lie down on his bed and close his eyes to wait.
Deciding not to look Death in the face as it took him, he blasted his music as loud as possible. Just listening to the loud shifts in the tone as Lucas tried to calm down, waiting for what was inevitable. Preparing himself for death, as tears ran down his face, Lucas started to think about what could have been.
Then a few seconds later, it hit. The blast that comes after the fireball, the thunder that comes after the lightning, the immense shockwave that decimated everything in its way, including Lucas. A wave seemed to pass through Lucas as he lay in his third-story dorm room bed. It felt like something was trying to take him apart as he felt things enter him, and rapidly the blaring music became quiet. Feeling himself falling as he felt everything became loose, as if he were made of string and had been cut. With that looseness, his last thought rang through the silence surrounding him.
"It has been fun to live the life I had, I guess"