Journal entry #1

	Hello.  My name is Jeff Andonuts. As an ode to some of my favorite inventors, I have decided to keep this journal to document the events in my life.  I believe, upon reflection of these pages in the future, I may become a better person for it.  Also, besides with my good friends Tony and Professor Maxwell, the extent of conversation with students in the dorms is greatly limited only to gossip.  So in the mean time, I’ve decided to occupy my time with my work. 
 I hope to one day join my father in his lab.  He works so tirelessly all the time.  I’m afraid that one day I will arrive, and he won’t recognize me. Despite my fears, I know he’s working for the good of humankind.
It’s almost time for lights out, so I must conclude my first entry with a thought:

What does life hold for me next?

Journal entry #2

	I have quite the entry for you today.  As I was lying in bed this morning, watching the brown paint peel off the ceiling, a strange voice began echoing in my head.
	It was the voice of a girl, pleading for assistance.  She said her name was Paula and she and her friend Ness were trapped somewhere.  They seemed to need my help desperately.  The strange thing about this cry for help was that these people seemed familiar.  I felt compelled to find them.  An unfamiliar sense of duty swept over me, like my family and the world was in peril, and I was the only one to save it.
	The terrifying realization of this is what jerked me from my trance and out of bed.  I immediately walked over to my tools, not even knowing what was to happen next. 
	Suddenly at my side, was Tony.  From all the commotion, I inadvertently woke him.  He helped calm me down; helped me realize where I was and what I should be doing.  Tony has always helped me when I needed him. 
	We decided, for whatever reason, I must heed this illogical call for help and leave the dorms.  I headed for Maxwell’s office, in hopes of more guidance.
	Upon entering his office, I realized how clean it was.  The test tubes and Bunsen burners were in good order.  I guess with all my personal studies, I never noticed his dedication to his work.  Overlooking Maxwell and worshiping my father might have been an error, but he is an understanding friend nonetheless and tells me there are some supplies I could use on my journey.  He handed me a bent key, which of course didn’t work, but had an invention on hand to replace it when I came back.  I think he does that just to sharpen his skills (maybe even to pester me).  Tony and I continued with the supplies and headed outside.  My good friend put himself in the snow, helped me over the front gate, and said his goodbyes.  I will miss his company, but not the confinements of the school.  I am scared to leave, but know I have to do this.  I’m going to head for the shop I have seen countless times to see what they have, and then my real adventure continues.  Goodbye for now.