Kyles Diary

Entry one, Day one.
I'm aware of this being my very first entry. You can't tell right now, dear book, but I am very excited for what's the come. You see, I'm being transferred to the best school for young wizards, such as myself. A very fitting place for one of my talents. I just hope I can adjust to the new atmospheres.
..Ah, the trains pulling in now. I'll update later.
Kisses,
Kyle the Conjurer.

Entry two, Day one.

I finally got into the greatest school for the gifted. It took awhile, and a looott of charm, but I managed to get a pretty good dorm room aswell. Good thing too. I don't want to go back home.
At Home mother and father are not how they used to be. After father lost his Job.. after Father bought all these glass bottles.. After father hit mother…
...The nerve. My roommate is quite obnoxious. I'm not sure how long I'll stay here if he keeps this way.

I'm very tired,
Kyle.

Entry three, Day two.

Just got back from morning class.
My roommate is as annoying as I'd previously stated. His cocky know it all attitude makes me furious. No matter... I've learned how to levitate! What fun. I'll be sure to practice it every day so I don't lose it.
Ohh, what else. I sort of want to switch dorm rooms..Even if I got the best one. It's the best one with the worst person. I'm sorry I keep complaining about him.

Getting ready for the next class,
Kyle.

Entry Four, Day two.
Everyone's much more hyper at night. I know this because while walking through the halls, everyones so eager to get to their dorms for the next day. There might be a party going on, possibly. Which is against the rules. Hooligans.  
On a different note, my roommates name is Sigmund. He's currently talking about how he first found out he had Magic. It's a nice tale, but every other sentence is a compliment to himself.

Surviving,
Kyle.

Entry five, Day two

He's not so bad.
He did fall asleep on me though. He's heavy.

Trying to sleep,
Kyle.

Entry six, Day three.

Happy day! The dean ordered a Necronomicon for me. I do hope it'll be in soon. With it, I can increase my magic and learn more. And it talks, too. So I won't be so lonely will have someone to talk with. Anyway, yes I got back from day class once more. They seem easy enough, but still exhausting.  I wonder why..

Excited,
Kyle.

Entry seven, Day three
Hurah, my Necronomicon! It's so amazing. I simply cannot wait to try it out..
And I would. If he didn't like Sigmund so much. I wonder why that is. Sigmund, though overly confident, isn't that great.

Not Jealous,
Kyle.

I..I can exlain! He starled me, ad I jut rememberd a slepl in the Necronomicn aN

Entry Eight, Day Four
Sorry about that. I was frightened..
Spells from the Necronomicon are dangerous. . Sigmunds strong. He'll be alright..

Scared,
Kyle.

Entry Eight, Day Four
I didn't go to night classes. I'm still here in the clinic. Waiting.
…I'm not worried about him. With an ego the size of a planet, I'm sure he won't allow himself to die. Bodies obey like that. They're odd things. Anyway, Necronomicon is really upset about it. He keeps apologizing..it makes me want to hit him.

Feeling tired again,
Kyle.

Entry Nine, Day Four
He's FINE.

Annoyed,
Kyle.

Entry Ten, Day Five.
It's only been five days, and so far everything's crazy. I already have a rival..friend..thing. and I'm on the good side with the Staff.  I've also my own book of the dead, along with dangerous higher level spells. And My levitations getting better.
This really is a magical place.

Content,
Kyle.

Entry Eleven, Day Fourteen
Unh, Sorry about the lack of updates, journal.
I've, umh. I've been in hiding.
You see, after night classes last time I updated, the Dean called me in his office… it seemed he liked me a bit too much. I was frightened. I used the spell I once used before.
I think I killed him.
Don't worry, though. Necronomicon and I are safe here. We're outside and

Entry Twelve, Day Sixteen
Sorry again for no updating, and cutting the last one short. They found us. Luckily I've learned teleportation. So we manage to get away…althguoh I still needed some practie. I lost my hand during teleprtation. Who knows where it is... I'm not botherd by it much, since I've had sometime without it.
It's awful hard to write, though.

Somewhat Skilled,
Kyle.

Entry Thirteen, Day Sixteen
I've been in hiding in the attic of the school. I am rather angry, also.
They found and took away Necronomicon.
MY Necronomicon.
It seems I have no choice.

Pissed off,
Kyle.

Entry Fourteen, Day Twenty-seven.
I gt my Necronomicn back,
Its even more difficult to write, since they damaned my arm.
Necronomicons asleep. He's been alseep for so ME time now,
..can books go inTo commas?  

Slightly Worried,
Kyle.

I've Killd tHEm, Joural. Unfotunatly thoguh, they caleld the police.
Bloods sticky. dId yOu knwo THat, Journal? I can bARley see becauSE oF it.
Im SURe my Handwritnig has gottne Sloppy. Dont worry.

Was called cute before they died,
Kyle.

Entry Sixteen, Day.. I don't know.
Jouranl, I've been thinking. Am I cute? I can't believe they would call me that. I should possibly take it as a compliment, but I couldn't help but feel horrid rage. No matter, they're gone.
Necronomicon is worried about me all the time. I'm fine, my arm has healed and I've found a spell for a new hand.  I don't know what he means.

All better,
Kyle.

Entry Seventeen, day…
I got mad again. This time, though, I turned a professor into Raspberry Flan.
They're sending me away…because of that. I don't understand, either. It appears they were more impressed with me murdering people than they were me turning someone into food.
I don't know, Journal. This place is the best.. I don't understand w