Entry 004 - Liam’s Journal
Entry 004
Just wrapped up MTG night. Adam is still sulking because Tommy dropped a Blightsteel on him for the third time and I countered literally everything he tried to do. Mrs. T brought down espresso at 1 a.m. like it was Christmas morning.
Life is stupidly good right now.
But every time the room gets quiet I feel it humming under my ribs: two months until I’m gone.
Jordan sent me a 3 a.m. voice note (Toronto time) absolutely vibrating because he’s now convinced our very first shapeshifting lesson will be something lame like a goldfish or a snail.
He spent twenty minutes ranking every animal he refuses to become and swore that if they start with “anything without legs” he’s faking a glucose crash and hiding in the infirmary.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Then I couldn’t fall back asleep because… yeah, what if he’s right?
I keep staring at the black hearthcard on my desk. It’s just matte plastic right now, but I swear it feels warm.
I’m living the best summer of my life and counting the days until I leave it behind.
Weirdest feeling in the world.
—Liam