Like a frog at the bottom of a well.
~the diary of a frog~
Hello. My name is Alex, and Im 14 years old. I know its an odd way to introduce myself, but I can help it.
Ive never talked with anyone when I was young, and I never visited my relatives houses either, so I was always socially awkward.
I have 3 brothers and a sister. My youngest brother is just a baby, but my eldest brother is married and has kids, while my second brother is studying abroad. My sister is in high school right now and finishing her third year.
My mother is busy taking care of my sister and brother, so she has no time for me.
Its sometimes pretty lonely, but its okay most of the time.
I read lots of manhwa and watch lots of Chinese animations. I loved them so much I guess you could say I was obsessed. Even though I don know a word of Chinese, I want to learn it someday.
When I was 13, I met a person who shared my passion in manhwa. I was really surprised when he told me he also read those kinds of things.
Today, the classmate I wrote about before, brought a girl to class. He seemed really happy talking with her, but I don think he likes her.
When I told her to admit that she liked him, he said something, but I forgot what he said.
They looked really good together anyways. I hope they get together.
Today, that friend of mine was sentenced to jail for 4 years for killing his parents.
Everyone says he did it, but I don believe them. Hes too nice and caring. Theres no way he could even kill a fly.
When I saw him going to jail, I knew what I had to do.
Before, when anyone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said pilot or chef. But now, I know what I really want to be! A lawyer.
Im going to throw away all those people who framed him like that and make sure no one like them can be a lawyer.
Ill make it so everyone in the world can rest easily knowing their judges aren corrupt.
He is finally released today!
All these years, I worked really hard. Im going to go to Harvard law School after I graduate college, or atleast I hope so.
My mother doesn want me to study law because its too expensive, but I have to! I have to make sure no one else will end up like Joseph!
I had to take a student loan because my mother wouldn pay for my enrollment. But I knew the real reason was because my family wasn rich enough.
If only I worked harder and got a full scholarship… well, a half scholarship is good enough.
I saw the repeat of yesterdays news. Joseph was stabbed by the woman who lived in front of me.
My mother told me her husband abused her, so she went out to kill him, but she killed Joe.
I don know how she died, but she probably deserved it.
I can believe that lady would kill an innocent person like Joe!
Its been so long since Ive written in this diary.
Im just finishing the biggest test of the year. Im also about to graduate early.
The school even offered me a position as an intern at one of the biggest agencies, but I declined.
I still hadn forgotten about Joe.
Even though I promised myself to study and become a great lawyer for victims like Joe, the deeper and deeper I look into things, the more guilty Joe feels.
Even to me…
I probably shouldn doubt Joe, since hes the only one who accepts me how I am.
Even though it feels like hes done something really bad, he never judged me.
When we met, I was pretty stupid…
I could talk fine, but my grammar was awful. Worse than a 10 year olds.
I think it was because I read a lot of badly translated novels. And it might be because no one really taught me how to read or write.
Well, my sister wouldve been too busy with O-levels at the time, anyways.
I can believe Im starting to write like this, but I guess I wanted to relieve some of the nostalgia from the first few pages of this diary.
I found out that Joseph was actually guilty. There was no other possible option.
He undoubtedly killed his family. He pleaded guilty.
But why? Why would he admit it? And why did he seem to be happy when he died?
Honestly, Im lost, but doesn matter.
For better or for worse, thanks to Joe, Im now among the greatest judges in history.
I guess Im even popular enough to write a few dozen best sellers, without even being a proper writer.
Even if Joe had nothing to do with it, Im sure its because of him Im here today, so Id like to say good bye.
To… my… diary..?
Gosh this feels so crazy. Why am I saying good bye to my diary?! Whatever. Lets just leave it.
~Alexander Ross signing off at 01/01/2058~
I can believe I had this 300p journal for over 35 years!
I closed the last page which was especially crowded at the bottom with me trying to get all the words in.
”now that I think about it, its Joes 34th deatha-versary. Ive never done anything for him after the first year, so Id better do something for him this year. ”
I sighed and walked over to the elevator in my office and punched the buttons into the elevator.
The usual 3 minute wait was turned into a 10 minute wait with the constant up and down motion with people pouring in and out.
If I knew it was a Sunday, Id have taken the VIP elevator and tried to hold in my vomit.
I don know whats worse. My fear of heights and that transparent elevator, or the 10 minute wait with the constant up and down motion with people standing at the sides of the elevator to avoid touching me.
When I got down to G1, my secretary, Tina, was there to greet me.
”Johnny Brookes brother sent you some flowers and a huge wad of cash. He wants you to give his brother a lesser sentence. ”
”throw it awa– shred the cash and throw it in Johnnys face, but give me the flowers. ”
”yes. ” she replied swiftly.
”and send someone to get me some incense sticks and cloth. ”
”… I know this is going over my boundaries, but who are you mourning for? ”
… should I say a friend who helped me get where I am, or my best friend?
”my best friend… and the person who helped me