Hello Journal. My name is Felix. I live with my dad Paul and younger brother Paulie Jr. in a small river town in upstate New York. I just turned thirteen. I found this notebook in the secret nook in my closet along with a few other trinkets: $4.13= (2) one dollar bills, (5) quarters, (6) dimes, (5) nickels, (3) pennies Two plastic (?) buttons = (1) squarish and black with three holes, (1) round and blue with two holes Weird triangle thing that seems to be missing a top This notebook = faded yellow cover with a few pages missing but otherwise in decent shape. I did notice that something must have been written on the removed pages, whomever owned this pressed quite hard. I have a degree in kids detective shows so I figure I can try to shade the page and see if I can tell what was written. For now I plan on using this for lists. I like lists. They make me feel better and less anxious. I see a therapist for my anxiety. That all started after my mom and twin sister died in a car accident. I was supposed to be in the car too. Everyone was telling my dad he needed to be strong for me and PJ. No one said I needed to be strong. No one said much to me. They just shook their head and looked at me sadly. I'd look down and mumble something slowly backing away and out the room. It's a very useful skill and I perfected it quickly. Anyhow, lists. I like lists. I also like tracking things. How many times I see car lights on my bedroom wall between the hours of 9 and 9:45 pm. How many times my dad uses the bathroom each night before I fall asleep. Oh and lately I keep hearing some kind of noise under my bed right after the I stop counting headlights. It's time for dinner.