by Keya Jay
#3 being Traumatic disease better known as PTSD and this belonged to an Alias #7 but she has yet to uncover who that is.
Plight # 11 is RMD’s (repetitive motion disorder) and #2 is Abandonment.
Sidney’s been making little notes in this notebook in order to uncover the truth behind those journal entries but they’ve proven to be harder than she anticipated. The last journal entry that was created was on June 14th 2009 that was 5 years ago and she had this strange feeling that she herself was the Alias #1 he talked about.
June 14th
Alias #13 says she feels danger and destruction coming our way and that it will be hand dealt—that can’t be good. She’s a bit on edge because Alias #1 has also felt it. I have no clue what this immediate danger is to come from or why but both Alias’s felt it so it is true.
My boys competed in the Whisperer of Night competition and my girls watched from the crowd. Needless to say we ended up losing one of our own that night because of a ridiculous mistake. Alias #6.5 wasn’t able to use my redundant lessons and it only resulted in the loss of his life. Alias #6 blamed me for Alias #6.5’s death but what Alias #6 and a lot of other whisperers and Espies don’t realize is that there souls are immortal, their bodies are nothing but a shell to protect their souls. Alias #6.5 isn’t dead.
Alias #13 is scared Alias #1 will find out the truth about her true identity. I promised Alias #13 that I would talk to Alias #1 It’s about time she knew the truth. After I get rid of this head splitting head ache enough to be able to speak to my Trainees and prepare them for battle Alias #1 and I will talk.
It’s pretty obvious that talk is no longer coming; she thought as she fanned threw the empty pages that followed his last entry.
Sidney’s phone lit up indicating a phone call. She placed the note book back under her mattress and picked up her phone and answered on the third ring.
“Hello?” she said.
“Sidney?”
Sidney let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when she realized that it was Nate on the phone.
“Yea, what’s up?” she asked.
“It’s our boy he’s going off the deep end,” he said in a snit.
“Alright I’m on my way,” she said as she grabbed her jacket from off her bed and ran down the stairs.
“Hurry,” he said before hanging up.
“Hey what’s going on?” Sidney’s mother asked from her spot on the couch.
“It’s Ryder,” she said in a rush as she ran through the house to grab the keys that she always seems to misplace and ran out the door.
