My book is missing.  Nobody knows where it is.  I don't know if I'll ever get to go home.

I'm worried what my dad will think when he realises what has happened.  I'm scared for him ... for myself.  He lost mum and now I'll be missing ... he's going to be devastated.

At least I have Eric, I keep telling myself.  Eric is the one driving me forward and helping me stay sane.  He's determined and hopeful that we will find my book.

I wonder where it is?  Is it still lying in the forest somewhere where Eric first read it?  Does that wretched evil person named Master have it?

The fact someone out there can read my life from beginning to end is terrifying.  I feel naked just thinking about it.

On another note, I found my mother's book.  It has to stay a secret.  Nobody can know, even Eric.  Growing up, everyone use to tell me stories about my mother and I had none to share.  I want to keep the book secret.  I'm nervous but excited to start reading it.  Finally I'll be able to see what type of person my mum was like, know what her favourite colour was, what type of music she was liked...

Right, it's time for me to stop writing.  Eric is just speaking to Alfred real quick then we'll head off to a fair.  I'm excited.  I enjoy spending time with Eric and this will be a great distraction to keep my mind off my book for just tonight at least.

Cya!