The Charlie Chronicles: Departure From Mystery Island

The 23rd of Hiding- 7:44 PM
I've always hated the word, good-bye. There really isn't anything good about saying it. It always is really hard and painful especially, when you have to say it to someone you care about. Kayla is packing up boxes after boxes because she is getting ready to leave for Lost Desert University (LDU). I was packing, too. I'm not going to LDU though. I'm being forced to move to the high crime rate and polluted city of Neopian Central. We're both leaving behind our beautiful island paradise for a small dormitory and a room at the crazy farm. I should be packing more but I really don't feel like it. I'm glad that Oke will be there to help me when I move to Aunt RCG's; he'll be such a breath of fresh air among the other nutty residents. I'm not looking forward to going to a new school at all or moving to Neopian Central. I'm going to hate having Kayla, my best friend and owner, a million miles away. I really don't want to say goodbye….

Oh, shoot! I'm getting tears all over the pages. I don't think I can write anymore now. Sorry! I need to pack and get these stupid, tears out of my system. I hate crying! Stupid tears!

The 24th of Swimming- 8:02 PM
I think this would have been easier if I didn't have to watch all my friends go away before me. They all ran off to other universities and jobs, bigger and better places. I'm so jealous. I only get to go back to high school as a 5th year senior while everyone gets to move on. I really want to move on, too but not to Neopian Central. Those darn tears are coming again…

The 26th of Swimming- 10:39 AM
I've cried myself to sleep two nights in a row and I feel perfectly miserable. I already lost all my friends and school mates on the Island. Soon, I'll lose Kayla, too. The thing that is most important to me. The one that really matters will be gone.

Oh why couldn't I have scraped up better grades? I wouldn't have to feel this way; I wouldn't have to feel sad or the tears. I wouldn't have to leave the one person that matters. We could both be attending LDU together instead of going our separate ways. I always knew life wasn't fair but right now, it flat out stinks!

The 26th of Swimming- 1:32 PM
Kayla and I had our last lunch together of peanut butter sandwiches. She had chunky and I had smooth, just like we always do. There isn't any other food in the house; we have to empty it all out because it would spoil. We're both all packed and ready to leave tomorrow morning.

It's so weird to look around normally crammed with canvases, newspapers, paint, clay and brushes. There is none of that now, it's all in boxes. The house is just a skeleton of its former self, like I am a skeleton of my former self. This time last year, I was so bouncy and carefree. I thought I knew where my life was going and I'd be with my owner always. Now, I'm scared, hurt, jealous and confused and I really don't like it. I hate crying more than anything and I think in the past week, I've cried more than anything else. You can tell by the splotches of water all over these pages, I tried to write several times but the tears kept on getting in the way. Sometimes they would come in the middle and sometimes even before I started. I feel like a cry baby but I know I'm not. Yurbles aren't cry babies. It's just a hard time in my life.

I wish I could be so carefree and young again, to be so innocent. Oh, those were the days, when I thought Kayla and I would be together forever. Now, I have to go into the world by myself into the unknown and it is terrifying. I know I am not by myself, I got Aunt RCG and my cousins but they aren't any help. I'm alone, I might as well be an orphan or abandoned because my life couldn't get any worse. I thought it would get easier to deal with as the date of our departure got closer but it hasn't. It's still just as hard as the first day when tears rolled out of my eyes.

The 27th of Swimming- 3:03 AM
I can't sleep a wink. You'd be proud to know that I haven't cried in awhile, I think my body has run out of tears. Now, I just toss and turn while my mind churns away. I wish Kayla didn't have to leave or that I could go with her. I'm going to miss her so much!

I'll never forget the day we met. Oh, it instant chemistry. I looked into her chocolate eyes and I knew, I just knew that she was the one. She'd be the best owner in the world and my best friend. Kayla never did disappoint me. She was everything my instincts told me she was. I wonder my life would be like if Kayla and I had never met. What if I had another owner? I bet I wouldn't right now feel like my heart was thrown into a blender or my stomach being smashed by a hammer. Then, I realized I could have been adopted by a lot worse. I could've felt the way I do all the time. Now, that really scares me! I feel really bad for anyone that has an owner that makes them feel that way. Those poor lonely, depressed pets with evil owners, my heart goes out to them. I realize that meeting Kayla was a blessing and I'm glad I did meet her. Yeah, it hurts now but it was worth everything. The good always out weighs the bad. I wouldn't trade any of the memories I have with Kayla for anything.

I remember this one time we went to the beach and Kayla attempted to go skimboarding. Oh, it was hilarious! She tumbled down the beach more times than I have hairs on my back. She'd throw the board too hard and she'd end up chasing it wildly down the shoreline. Other times the board would slip out from under her like her feet had landed on a banana peel. After her attempt to skimboard, her hair was completely soaked and tousled with sand like a desert Miamouse nest. Her entire body was covered in wet, oozing sand. Oh, I've never laughed so hard in my life. It's those good memories that help me through this easier.

Then, there was the paint war Kayla and I had. I accidentally spilled some Alien Aisha Green on her hand and she responded by flicking her paintbrush at me. She sent splotches of Sunny Slorg Yellow all over my clean green fur. I quickly responded pouring a can of Fire Red all over her brown, silky hair. She lashed back by tossing a can of Meepit Pink at me. Then, there were a rainbow of colors flying everywhere until we were both covered. Our living room was, too. Our couch never did recover quite right from that fight. Yeah, that was fun. I remember seeing Kayla after that fight covered in every color imaginable and I looked the same way. We exploded into giggles and took a picture to remember the moment. I tucked away that picture here with my journal. I don't ever want to put this journal or that picture in a box. It is almost like I'm saying that I want that chapter in my life to be done but I don't. I want to have another paint war with Kayla but that is impossible. How do you have something like when that person is millions of miles away?

The 27th of Swimming- 5:47 AM
I still haven't slept a wink and I wanted to do one last entry before I did something. The something I'm writing is about is I'm going to put you, my journal, in a box. In the last couple sleepless hours, I realized that I'm not the author of my life novel, oh no, there are too many unexplained forces that write that book for me. So, I cannot say when a chapter is done. Life is telling me that this chapter is done and I have to accept it. My time with Kayla is up and she has to go. I'll see her again during the holidays and then, soon, in a year, I'll be at LDU, too. I'm going to study so hard, I really don't want to become a 6th year senior.

Then, another chapter can start with Kayla and me as main characters again. For now, all I can do is re-read this old part of my life and watch as fate writes my new chapters with plenty of introductions to new characters. Who are these new characters? Beats me! I'm sure they'll make an impact on my life though. Just like Kayla did. I hope that I feel the same sorrow when I have to leave them, too. I know that is weird to say, wishing unhappiness upon myself but it is always harder to leave the ones who mean more. Frankly, I want someone to care about me in Neopian Central. I don't want to be an orphan or ever feel like I am.

I'll write more when I reach Neopian Central. My boat leaves in less than two hours. Don't worry; I'll try not to cry anymore. I'll keep you updated on everything but I don't want to write about me and Kayla saying goodbye No, I don't need to write that down in a journal to remember, it'll stay in my mind and heart forever. It's time for me to go and end this chapter. I'll re-open you again when I get to Neopian Central for a new chapter in my life. For another addition of the Charlie Chronicles. Now, into the box you go…

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