James Blake
Samantha had a massive go at me yesterday. Ugh. Hate it when my sister does that.
I’ve been practising my teleporting. I went as far as Helmshall St Mary, which is about 7 miles away.
I’ve found a really quiet spot. There’s an old church right on the edge of the village. I don’t think it’s even used. Maybe, I don’t know.
Anyway, I can just land in the wooded bit round the back of the church. No one ever goes there. No houses, no CCTV. So I land there, and then it’s just a 5 minute walk into the village itself. No one sees me come, no one sees me go. Capiche? It's wicked!
Saw Sam out running. She’s got a really hot friend. Is it wrong to fancy your sister’s friends? Is that a good idea? Do I sound like Jez from Peep Show? Hope so. He’d love my powers!
Well, I had to go and say hello, and she was cool. And I think she fancied me. She gave me her mobile number. Sam went off on one to me about it when Susan left. So I just teleported home. That got her even more annoyed. She threw a massive strop about it when she got home, which was about 5 minutes after me. Honestly, what's her problem? Yes I get that Susan is her friend, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't like her too. Ugghh.
I suppose I should think about it, and agonise over the right or wrongs of it. But have you seen her?!
Going to do some more practice today. Teleporting, that is!
Dad mentioned something about us going to Summer school. Seriously? This is the holiday. And I’m traumatised. Doesn’t anyone get that? I need to chill out. And have fun. With Susan preferably. Lucky I don't have flame powers or I'd have burned the farmhouse down by now.
Trying not think about Chief Superintendent Harden and those text messages. And that girl. Yep. That’s it. By simply not thinking about that stuff, it won’t bother me will it? That’s definitely the best idea.
Saturday
My Auntie is a Ghost?!
Samantha Blake
OMG!!!
The people in the village think my Aunty Katie is a ghost!
I just came right out with it and asked Mrs Meredith. Apparently all the village used to say that Katie was evil!!! My Dad’s sister!
Even Mum doesn’t know why. I asked her too. But she didn't know Dad back then cos it was in the 1980s or sometime in pre-history.
But that isn’t the strangest thing. Apparently, I look like her! I’ve never ever seen a photo of Aunty Katie, so I don’t know if I really do. But that’s what Mrs Meredith says.
“You’re the spit of her you are,” she said.
Which wasn’t exactly the nicest compliment I’ve ever had. “But you’re a lovely girl,” she added.
Thanks Mrs M. I feel so much better.
OMG!!!
The people in the village think my Aunty Katie is a ghost!
I just came right out with it and asked Mrs Meredith. Apparently all the village used to say that Katie was evil!!! My Dad’s sister!
Even Mum doesn’t know why. I asked her too. But she didn't know Dad back then cos it was in the 1980s or sometime in pre-history.
But that isn’t the strangest thing. Apparently, I look like her! I’ve never ever seen a photo of Aunty Katie, so I don’t know if I really do. But that’s what Mrs Meredith says.
“You’re the spit of her you are,” she said.
Which wasn’t exactly the nicest compliment I’ve ever had. “But you’re a lovely girl,” she added.
Thanks Mrs M. I feel so much better.
Ghost Hunters in Witches Wood - Shocker!
Samantha Blake
I’ve heard Mum and Dad talk about some kind of festival thing with Nan and Grandad. I thought I heard them say “ghost hunters”, although then I heard them talk about a music festival. That might be cool. Think it’s on later in the summer.
Mum and Dad aren’t pleased. Don’t know why. Maybe they think James and I will want to go? It is sort of right on our doorstep. You probably don’t know this, but my grandparents’ farm is right on the edge of a really big wood. And don’t tell me to shut up, but it’s called Witches’ Wood, although it’s more like a forest. It’s got a reputation for being haunted!
People say they’ve seen ghosts there. Nan would never let us go into the wood when we were younger.
Dad nearly freaked when he heard about the ghost hunters. I was with him at the shops in the local village and we overheard Mrs Meredith talking about it. Mrs M is the local gossip.
Dad is never really comfortable when he comes back home to Suffolk. He never tells us anything, but I think it’s because Dad’s sister, my Aunty Katie, died when she was 16. She had run away from home and was found drowned in the wood. It all happened years ago.
I don’t really know the full story, but it was all really horrible because the people of the village used to say Aunty Katie was a Witch, or something. Reputations like that tend to stick, particularly in a small village. I don’t know why they would say it. Dad never talks about it.
Might try and find out though. Mrs Meredith will know.
I’ve heard Mum and Dad talk about some kind of festival thing with Nan and Grandad. I thought I heard them say “ghost hunters”, although then I heard them talk about a music festival. That might be cool. Think it’s on later in the summer.
Mum and Dad aren’t pleased. Don’t know why. Maybe they think James and I will want to go? It is sort of right on our doorstep. You probably don’t know this, but my grandparents’ farm is right on the edge of a really big wood. And don’t tell me to shut up, but it’s called Witches’ Wood, although it’s more like a forest. It’s got a reputation for being haunted!
People say they’ve seen ghosts there. Nan would never let us go into the wood when we were younger.
Dad nearly freaked when he heard about the ghost hunters. I was with him at the shops in the local village and we overheard Mrs Meredith talking about it. Mrs M is the local gossip.
Dad is never really comfortable when he comes back home to Suffolk. He never tells us anything, but I think it’s because Dad’s sister, my Aunty Katie, died when she was 16. She had run away from home and was found drowned in the wood. It all happened years ago.
I don’t really know the full story, but it was all really horrible because the people of the village used to say Aunty Katie was a Witch, or something. Reputations like that tend to stick, particularly in a small village. I don’t know why they would say it. Dad never talks about it.
Might try and find out though. Mrs Meredith will know.
Monday
School's Out Of The Question
Samantha Blake
Dad is talking about schools.
It’s officially summer holiday, and he’s talking about school!
Don’t really want to think about school. Makes me think about home, about Ealing, and about the bomb.
Just want to enjoy being here at Nan and Grandad's, and doing stuff. So thank you Dad, but no thank you. He’s already saying that we need to catch up on lessons that we’ve missed. Just can’t think about that now.
I want to experiment with my powers. I've got them, and I want to learn how to use them. Flame power for example. There must be loads of things I could do with that. I need to do some tests.
Dad is talking about schools.
It’s officially summer holiday, and he’s talking about school!
Don’t really want to think about school. Makes me think about home, about Ealing, and about the bomb.
Just want to enjoy being here at Nan and Grandad's, and doing stuff. So thank you Dad, but no thank you. He’s already saying that we need to catch up on lessons that we’ve missed. Just can’t think about that now.
I want to experiment with my powers. I've got them, and I want to learn how to use them. Flame power for example. There must be loads of things I could do with that. I need to do some tests.
Sunday
Twitter-Man
James Blake
Dad has come up with a cool thing. Being the IT guru genius he is, he’s set us up with our very own personal Twitter accounts. It’s not real Twitter of course. Wouldn’t be much of a secret would it? It’s on Dad’s own server. No one but me and Sam will ever see it, so we can say what we like. He says it is therapy.
The tweeting thing is pretty cool I guess. He thinks I won’t be bothered to log on to a computer every day and write in my diary, but I can tweet things from my phone. And he’s right, even I don’t mind doing that. Trouble is, now we’re staying with our grandparents in Suffolk, is anything exciting actually likely to happen to us ever again? I feel like the Fresh Prince, or whatever that show was years ago.
We still don’t really know what’s happening back in London. We’ve sort of escaped from it all. We left the day after everything kicked off. No one is supposed to even know we are here. But I just get the feeling that sooner or later, the police and the press are going to come knocking on our door and start asking some awkward questions about me and Sam and our powers. But I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to chill out and have a laugh. Follow @JamesBlakes7
Dad has come up with a cool thing. Being the IT guru genius he is, he’s set us up with our very own personal Twitter accounts. It’s not real Twitter of course. Wouldn’t be much of a secret would it? It’s on Dad’s own server. No one but me and Sam will ever see it, so we can say what we like. He says it is therapy.
The tweeting thing is pretty cool I guess. He thinks I won’t be bothered to log on to a computer every day and write in my diary, but I can tweet things from my phone. And he’s right, even I don’t mind doing that. Trouble is, now we’re staying with our grandparents in Suffolk, is anything exciting actually likely to happen to us ever again? I feel like the Fresh Prince, or whatever that show was years ago.
We still don’t really know what’s happening back in London. We’ve sort of escaped from it all. We left the day after everything kicked off. No one is supposed to even know we are here. But I just get the feeling that sooner or later, the police and the press are going to come knocking on our door and start asking some awkward questions about me and Sam and our powers. But I don’t want to think about that right now. I just want to chill out and have a laugh. Follow @JamesBlakes7
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