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.
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