Floating comets

Prologue

It was a cloudy yet pleasant day, or rather a moment created with time and space bending and shaping to form a part of the universe. Where science stopped making sense and yet somehow the world did.
Mr. Cloud was pacing around on the grass, with sweaty palms and darting eyes. He was anxious, as he had finally decided to share his entire world another human being. This place we stood was not going to be his secret anymore, his secrets were not going to be his either. The magic secret hideout he had built in space had more purpose than just a place he could while his time away. It could save lives, help rescue souls from a dark force that seemed to be evolving. Maybe it could even save the world when aliens/vampires/dinosaurs/x-men came to destroy humanity and humans are defenseless beyond guns. (he had recently discovered a passion in collecting films which marked the world's doom. )his first ever recruit was arriving today, and weirdly it was a stranger, with an undeniable generation gap and potential moodiness. Alas, it was a teenager.
In all his jitters, he didn't see me creeping up behind him. Who am I, you ask? I'm a sentient diary! My main mission in life is sharing stories. I somehow turned out to be alive even though I'm not really supposed to be. My liveliness interfers with my job sometimes, as I ramble on about myself and stop the story's flow. I mean, have you ever met a diary who talks about themselves?
Imagine a murder story written from a diary's perspective : so my owner died, I think, by some messy pig who splattered blood onto my cover.
Anyway, it was a good 15 seconds (Mississippi count) until he noticed the flying diary. He smiled at me, which seemed to calm him down a little, until he resumed his nervous pacing.
While we sit and wait for an event to happen, I guess it's fair if I talk about myself a little. I was actually meant to belong to someone, but haven't been claimed yet. I can't wait though! They would share their stories with me, and I'd listen, and we'd take notes together. I could complete their sentences, and they could try completing mine. Until then, this is my first and last chapter to the world.
In my free time I-
The blue portal just shook . A faint silhouette can be made out. The silhouette turned into a human boy, with a mixed expression of shock and glee.
I felt an instant liking for the guy, based solely on his goofy face and dorky smile. Everything suddenly felt upbeat the original atmosphere of tension as he said, "woah! It actually worked! "