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Chapter 1: Your Journal awaits (Go write it down)

"And I said 'Get your own business dude, I am sleeping here!'" Roger said, slacking on the chair.

And I said, "Then what happened?"

"He kicked me out so he could sleep himself!" he laughed at his own odd self.

We both laughed. At the moment, I am talking with my best friend, Roger. We used to be just friends until the tragedy took place. It is a long backstory.

We had a cottage, just like this one, in the Raze forest. It was on my birthday. We were celebrating it at Roger's house, he lived in the city at that moment. My parents didn't come in time. I decided to go home to see what's taking them so long. I was shocked to see a flaming structure far off in the woods. I stood in front of it as the officials blocked the way. My home was burning right in front of me as the sound of sirens covered the area. I never saw my parents again.

I have been told I shouldn't live in the past but it's hard to forget. Anyway, his parents decided to adopt me and now Roger is my brother. His parents, or my guardians, are on a business trip right now, I think, so they left me with Roger. And they are probably renting new houses or making new ones for the time being as, you know, they are rich and everything.

"Man, it's getting hot in here," Roger said while drinking a completely fresh and not suspicious at all "glass of water". After realizing what he just gulped in, he magnificently burst out all of that freshness on my face.

"The hell is this thing? Baked Oil?" he said as he brushed off his face.

Dude, is that even a thing?

"Well, you just sipped in all of my beloved coffee without asking and then, you just faced the consequences," I said.

"Jeez, Where is my soda?!" he yelled.

"Oh, it's right beside my cup of coffee," I pointed towards a red-colored cup.

"...why do we have cups of the same color?" he asked, looking at the two cups.

So I could prank you.

"So I can show that we are brothers!"

"Seriously now?" he said and picked up his cup, looked at it for a moment and placed it back down. He sighed. "Jeez, this is coffee too. Just bring me the soda can, will ya?"

"Alright."

I rushed over to the kitchen like a child and tripped over the carpet to leap towards the earth majestically. This happens every day now. I heard footsteps coming nearby then I heard 'someone' laugh behind me. Of course, it's Roger. I got up on my feet as he went over to the refrigerator himself and grabbed a soda can.

"I think it's better if I just get it myself, am I right?" he said, chuckling.

"You could have made that decision before..." I said as I held my head.

"Then I wouldn't get the chance to see you stumbling around like that, it was awesome by the way," he said with a grin while drinking the soda.

I would have given him a strong push just so he would spill all that drink on himself if it wasn't for someone who knocked on our door. There's an awkward silence between the two of us while the knocking just intensifies.

"Aren't chu gonna open it?" he asked with a muffled voice. He held the can near to his mouth while imitating these 'drinking' noises to make it seem as if he was still drinking, but I knew he was done. Sighing, I went over to the front door.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a guy wearing a blue T-shirt with Jebberish™ written on it, black track pants, and a blue cap. He looks like a postman from Jebberish™.