Okay, no matter how dorky Tobias says it is, I LOVE writing. Mostly stories and stuff, but I even have fun with it at school (well, MOST of the time. Some of those essays we have to write are SO DUMB).
But having my own super-special writing journal?
This is the best!
I just wish Tobias hadn’t opened his big mouth and made such a huge deal about it to Mama and grandpa… All I said was that it might be cool to have our own journals to write in sometime. I wasn’t really gonna ASK or anything. But Tobias had to go and be the loudmouth. Like always.
I knew grandpa was gonna say no. I love grandpa, but he likes to say no a lot. Definitely more than Mama does.
But Tobias wouldn’t stop bugging them until Mama finally talked grandpa into it. It was really annoying. I don’t know why stupid Tobias has to go and make such a big deal about stuff.
Anyway, it was really weird. Mama handed us the journals, but she told us to make her a promise – everything we write has to be 100% true. I guess it was kinda confusing. But I keep thinking about what she said.
“These journals are for you, no one else, okay? So never be afraid to say what you really feel. Because the worst person to lie to is yourself.”
I guess that won’t be so hard. I mean, everything else I’ve written so far is true. And she’s right, I’m pretty sure no one else is ever gonna read this thing.
But just in case, let me tell you some stuff about me:
I’m Stefan Alexander Rosebrook. I’m 10 years old, and I live in Windenburg. And the Tobias I keep talking about is my twin brother. But you’d never know it if you saw us. I guess I don’t mind too much. It’s kinda nice being different. I feel like it’d be kinda boring if we were EXACTLY the same, don’t you think?
He’s so lucky though. Me and Tobias are always wondering what our Papa might look like…
But I bet all he has to do is look in the mirror.
Anyway, like I was saying before, me and Tobias live in a place called Windenburg. Our house is really big, and fancy. Grandpa and vovó spent a lot of money to fix it up when we were REALLY little, so now there’s plenty of room for all of us – Me and Tobias, grandpa and vovó, our Tante Gabriela, Mama (duh), and Jonas.
And Jonas is kinda the reason I’m happy I have a journal I can write stuff in. Mama and grandpa always say you’re supposed to write about all the important stuff that happens to you – and how you feel about it when it does.
Well tomorrow’s definitely gonna be important.
But I still don’t think I know how I really feel about it. Maybe writing about it will help me figure it out.
Jonas is Mama’s boyfriend, by the way. Or really he’s her… what’s that fancy word? Fiancé. And me and Tobias have known him for a long time.
He’s okay, I guess.
He’s pretty smart, and kinda funny too (but some of his jokes are SO dumb). We both really like going to the museum, so he takes me there sometimes, just the two of us. That’s sorta cool. But he likes to talk a lot, and ask me all these annoying questions.
But he really loves my Mama. I can tell. That’s probably the best thing about him.
But he still makes me REALLY MAD! He’s always acting like he’s trying to be our dad or something. But he’s NOT. Our real Papa’s still out there somewhere. And we’re gonna find him someday. But it’s definitely not Jonas. A million trips to the museum won’t change that.
And neither will some dumb wedding.
I’m gonna have to wear an ugly suit and there’s gonna be lots of strangers and boring grownup conversations and nasty food and a fake Papa I never asked for anyway.
It’s gonna be the worst day ever.