TABLE OF CONTENTS (or dates)
October 27th, 2010…………………………………………3-34
October 28th, 2010…………………………………………35-43
October 29th, 2010…………………………………………44-47
October 30th, 2010…………………………………………48-55
October 31st, 2010…………………………………………56-
November 1st, 2010……………………………………….































October 27th, 2010

Dear Dairy,
My life is like a black abyss. It is so lonely and forbidding inside it. Okay so I am sure you hear about all of those Emo and Goths and whatever…Well compared to me they are but fakes. Lately I have been feeling so unwanted, If it wasn’t for Phury and Derek, I don’t know what I would have done. I don’t know what I am going to do know. Dairy, I don’t want to be one of those kids that go off and commit suicide…No I refuse to be one of those sorry souls. I refuse to sink so low… and I refuse to make Derek and Phury gather their broken lives alone, as well as face all of those people alone.


Ebony put down her journal, unable to write anymore. She felt the warm tears leak from her eyes and slowly trail down her smooth pale cheeks. The dawn light snuck threw the small slits in the dark curtains hanging from her grand windows. The small amount of light that did manage to sneak in was just enough to highlight the small scars on the inside of her wrist, almost invisible now. She looked at them, ‘Wow these are so old they are like an old dream now, a far away past or alter reality.’
Ebony carefully arose from her four poster bed, drawing back the heavy blood red curtains surrounding her large bed, making sure to catch the black fish net that hung over the red curtains. They had been her 17th birthday present from Phury. Derek had given her a bouquet of black and blue roses, her favorites. She walked to her closet gently trailing her fingertips against the row of clothes. She pulled out a beautiful black dress, with an antique quality to it, a deep purple corset rested on the outside of it. Her purple leggings, she pulled out of her drawer, and then grabbed her high heeled black boots from by her bedroom door.
Caring it all to the bathroom, she slowly thought about what she hadn’t written in her Diary, for she her self wasn’t sure she whether or not she believed it. Her unwritten words echoed threw her head, ‘MY WORLD AS I KNOW IT WILL SOON BE CHANGINNG’. She shivered as she though about it. Was this true or just paranoia? She closed and locked the bathroom door. She began to peel off the nightclothes she had slept in. She turned on the water, letting it warm up for a minute. Slowly she stepped into the scorching water, letting it pound into her skin. She put a small amount of shampoo in her hand, and began to lather it into her long hair, working from the tips upwards. She rinsed it out, and repeated with conditioner. Finally she turned of the water and stepped out of the shower, carefully drying her skin, then wrapping another towel in her. She slipped on her undergarments, followed by the dress. She then towel dried her hair, and began to comb it out. Finally her straight raven black hair gleamed under the lights of the bathroom. She stared into the mirror, and began to apply her make up. She carefully and expertly put on the black eyeliner and black lipstick. She then proceeded to put on her leggings and shoes.
Once done she left the bathroom and headed back to her room. She grabbed her full-length velvet purple cloak from the rack by her door. She carefully swung it into her shoulders, as it spread out behind her with this one graceful movement mastered from years of doing it.
She started down the stairs once again cursing the fact she lived in a large 4 story mansion, and had her bedroom on the 3rd floor. Though it was an extremely large room that had two grand windows that looked out to the vast acres surrounding her prison, a walk-in closet, and a large balcony just for her with large beautiful twin doors that opened out to it. She had always loved the fact her home wasn’t just beautiful, but was of an antique quality. It has been her home since…Forever. But staying at such a magnificent place with a family like hers, she felt as though this dream mansion of hers, was slowly turning into something she would hate.
She walked straight past the dining room were her parent and her sister, and twin brother sat. ‘The perfect little children’ Ebony though angrily. Though Stephen was her twin they had nothing in common. He was an almighty jock, while she was a social outcast. Oh well, she liked it that way. Neither her parent nor her siblings looked up as she passed, she smiled to her self, they were still ignoring her. She pushed open the large old-fashioned doors and ran down the path that lead from her house to the road; before she saw them she felt them. Her two best friends in the world, Phury and Phury’s boy friend Derek.
Wordlessly is the half dark outside world she rotated her hands around a small part of the air, soon the air between her twirling hands began to shine, Mage Light. Ebony as well as her two friends where the only three mages in their small town of Ely, Minnesota. There had been four, but that was before Ebony’s grandmother pasted away.
Phury walked up to her and gave her a warm hug. Wearing a bright red tee shirt and a pair of jeans with imprint of flames climbing her legs, she lived up to her name. She had her blazing red hair was pulled up into a ponytail that stood up on the semi-top of her hair. Her woolen black cloak, the color of coal, hung around her small shoulders.
Derek stood next to her protectively. He too engulfed Ebony into a warm caring hug. Derek was the closest thing to a brother she had. He wore his usual attire, a white tee shirt, a pair of tight, chained, black pants, and his light blue cloak (supposedly it came from the blue hair of a unicorn, woven together by a troll???) None of them believed a troll did it, but maybe an elf. However they did realize it came from the mane and tail of a unicorn or two, died blue.
Together the three walked down the road small mage light bounced ahead of them, showing them a bit more of the ground then if it was completely dark. Phury slowly turned to Ebony, “Toni Jameson asked me if you would go out with him again,” she stated a hint of laughter in her voice, “He said he wanted some one, you, to go with him to the Halloween Dance. I told him no, that you weren’t interested.”
Ebony smiled and nodded, “Stephen was saying the same thing last night at dinner. Toni asked him to ask me too. Stephen wouldn’t let it rest till I threatened to carve his eyes out from his head instead of doing a pumpkin this Halloween. My mother yelled at me for that remark though.”
Derek shook his head. He began to laugh; “Toni really wants to go with you…” he broke off laughing hysterically.
Ebony met Phury’s bright blue eyes, and then glared into Derek’s own emerald green eyes. He stared back with intensity, shoving back his soft black hair as it fell into his face. “He asked you to ask me too!” Ebony accused, laughter under her fierce tone.
Derek smiled brightly, “Yep, and being a brotherly example I told him I would talk to you. I also expect enough out of you to say yes. You love Halloween as much as Toni. You two would get along great. So what do you say, M’lady?” He asked with a mocking bow.
Ebony ran the offer threw her mind, slowly and carefully she answered, “Only if you and Phury never leave us alone together.” She finally said.
Derek’s face broke into a huge grin, while Phury’s showed horror, “Then it is a double date. I will tell him in history today. He is going to be so excited!”
Phury shook her head, she quickly took a glance at her watch, “Oh, we aren’t going to make it.” She glanced at Ebony can we please fly?” she pleaded.
Ebony sighed and nodded. She felt her midnight black wings begin to take shape, one of the cooler powers of being a mage. She waited while Phury shaped her black, red, orange, and yellow feathers for her wings. Derek did his as quickly as Ebony. His sapphire tipped black wings shone brilliantly. They took of into the sky with a single jump and downward stroke of their wings, Ebony lead them threw the air.