Oooh, a journal entry.
I found myself a dusty old map. Its edges were ripped and faded, with moths fluttering from its face. It crinkled as I held it before me, cradling the dear old parchment. Upon it was an adventure waiting to be started. Dotted lines journeyed the map of what appeared to be the ancient house I was in. The lines lead to certain rooms where a riddle was to be solved, and throughout my journey a treasure would be found.
I excitedly wrapped up my newly found map, and ran from the attic, thumping down the small flight of old wooden stairs. I awoke my sister from her slumber, too anxious to wait till morning. Together, with a flashlight at hand, we strode throughout the house at night, in guide of the tattered old map, searching for a treasure.
We solved riddles and deciphered codes, jumping at our own shadows. We traveled where we not have traveled before; into the dark scary basement that held spiders along the walls. We searched for answers and followed the dotted lines, letting them guides us as though we were puppets. Journeying high and low, we sought not for rest, but for excitement, adventure, and a treasure to boot.
And finally, when the morning was young, we found our treasure to keep. The map had lead us to nowhere else but the attic, the place to begin our humble search. The riddle, we solved, said to look into the bottom drawer of the cabinet near the mirror that was cracked.
Together we budged it open as dust and moths ran high to greet us, though we ignored their homey welcome. Anxiously came two sets of bright eyes that peered into the aging wood of the drawer, to find nothing else but a small slip of paper. With a furrowed brow I read it aloud, my sister eager to listen.
"You've explored the house with nothing but fun, learning much while you journey far. Your adventure ends here, in the place you began, with this simple note which you hold in your hand. Stay curious and determined, and never hold doubt, for this is what leads to failure. To you who have found me I grant you one thing; the knowing that you hold success."
Of course, this whole journal thing is based off of what I normally did in my English class.
