Monday 17th May, 2010
Today's not going to end well.
I don't know how I could've thought that. I can't tell the future, it's just that I've been getting a terrible premonition that something bad will happen tonight. I don't know what, but I have the horrible feeling that it'll end in death. That is the usual for someone like me, but I think that it might be someone close to me. I desperately hope not.
On a lighter note, I've managed to master my powers. I can now manipulate and mould the fire. Sensei Yin found it funny when I shaped the fire to write my name. It was kinda cool.
I woke up this morning very happy, but I have no idea why. I have nothing to look forward to. Ever. My life is a sad life, and I hate it. But I got a very weird and pleasant feeling when I awoke. I'm not complaining; I just find it weird.
But I guess I'll never know why I was happy. I can never normally be happy though. What does it mean?
I dropped the pen on my notepad and walked towards my wardrobe, undressed myself and put on another outfit, for another day, full of forlorn hope. I knew that nothing good could ever come out of this life, and I've wished time and time again to die. But suicide wouldn't ease the pain. So I guess I'll just have to live with it. Granted, it wouldn't be a very good, productive life, for me, but it'd definitely be productive for the world.
I sighed as I walked out of my room, not bothering to close the sliding doors made of some paper like material. If you didn't know better, you'd think that this was China. The doors were the same, and they had intricately drawn patterns on there, along with Chinese writing. When I walked out of my room, there was a long, straight corridor where the floor was made of wood that was stained to look darker. The walls were made of the same material as the doors, and they had wooden frames around them. It was very Chinese-ie. But it wasn't in China. In fact, it was in a secret part of England, where no-one knew about, except for the people who lived here. It was originally made by the original Chinese Senseis, which was why it resembled China so much.
I walked down the long, dark corridor, and grunted angrily when I saw what was at the end. A torch. Not the electric kind, but the old fashion kind- just a piece of wood on fire at the tip, in a holder that was welded to the stone wall that was at the end. That wall was probably the only thing in this place that wasn't made of paper. This was a sign. I rolled my eyes as I walked to my Sensei. Time for another job.