Chapter 1
My name is Benjamin Florian. As a gift for my birthday which is tomorrow, I was gifted with this journal. I'll just start to talk about a little bit about myself and how exceptionally crazy my life is. Don't worry I hope one day my journal really gets passed on to many generations. At the end of this entry you'll probably think that I'm insane. My mother of course a housewife, Isabelle. But most people in the village call her Belle for short. Then there's my father, Adam as most people called him. He never was around much and when I asked about my grandparents he'd always answer with a stern look "They're gone now".
Many kids at school of course pick on me for not having a last name. Mostly especially when teachers think Florian was my last name. Oh Boy! How wrong were they. I always asked my mother why I didn't have one but she'd just answer that my father didn't really like his family so he just left his surname. Although, from their were signs over the past years of my mother biting her bottom lip when she was lying. That gave it all away.
Most of the time I just spend my days doing chores and of course reading. It was no surprise I take a liking in reading. When I'm in town people would always talk about how me and my mother are so similar. Me,Dad, and Mom lived in a small cottage at near the sequoia red woods, it wasn't exact a destination bit it was hidden to the outside world and the town decided to keep it that way. Somehow during my early years of my 12 year old life I found myself always going back to a leather bound book with nothing but a few engravings on it. I didn't know how I got it but I had a feeling it had to do with my grandparents. I don't know I just couldn't shake this feeling.
Just days when I had it tough, I just found myself winding back from the rickety old ladder heading up to the attic to just hold it in my small, calloused hands. Somehow it just put me in a state of serenity by just holding the leather bound book that seemed to enchant me and draw me into it as it was trying to tell me something.
Throughout the pages the book had riddles scattered one by one on each page. I never found how many quotes there was in the book, for some reason there was always new quotes I open the book again. I tried telling my parents of course, but they thought I was a lunatic. Puh!, How could they not trust their own child. Well if you tell me ,it was pretty odd. If I were in their state I would've acted the same way.
Well as stated in recentness above my birthday is tomorrow turning the big fat number 12. I couldn't wait, tomorrow was the day I would start cracking the riddles one by one and find the meaning.
Got to go. Mom is calling me down for dinner until next time.
P.S.~Mom cooked turkey roast tonight and I probably made a few mistakes with my grammar from the mouthwatering smell.
