Dear journal,
It's strange here, but we're pretty used to it by now. I kinda want to stay here. I don't really know. It's confusing, I want to go home,but I also wanna stay here and explore this century. My mind is a mess right now. Full of contradictions. I really hope something happens so I won't have to decide. Tessa seems to be enjoying her time here,that's good. I'm happy that she's enjoying her time here. Oh! I figured what the transportation~machines are called! They're called cars, it's an odd name but who cares? There is so many things here that are different from home. Like the music and the food and the people. It's all so.........different. Not in a bad way just.......I can't think of the word.......special? No....I'll settle for different I guess.

So I discovered an election is the way of picking a leader in a democracy. I'm assuming a democracy is the form of government in America. Anywho I really must get going, Tessa and I are going for a walk to observe our new world a bit more.

Au revoir,
Florence Norse

A/N:
Howdy, I hope this isn't boring it's my first attempt at a slightly longer chapter.

~A