Zachary doesn't remember the nice lavender journal being in his things. His notebooks come from the bargain bin, flimsy cardboard and spiralbound. He fills each one up from cover to cover, taking notes in the margins of old homework assignments, producing cramped unreadable things. He doesn't like to ask for new supplies.
So the journal is a bit of a private luxury. He's a little scared to even open it. The spine creaks as the cover moves. He keeps expecting someone else to take it away, to reveal this was some kind of mistake.
But nobody does. And eventually the last margin in his cheap cardboard spiralbound notebook is filled.
At the top of the first page, he writes:
Zachary Turner
September 18, 2024
World History to 1500