My parents told me to pass the generations along, so I had to use this old notebook that already has some cursive penmanship in it. Anyway, It's a nice, calm Sunday morning in Three Forks, Montana. My parents are watching the News on TV. My brother is in his room, playing Fortnite on his TV while talking to his guy friends. And I'm writing in this thousand-year-old notebook. My friend Scot's party last night was awesome! I played this really

fun game, where whatever number of pins you knock down is the character feature you get. (There are some inappropriate clothes) Scot's the guy I told you I would tell you all about in the next book, and this is the next book, so yeah. Better tell y'all. He wasn't in my class the three years that I've known him, but that's not a bad thing. He's a great guy, and I go to his birthday parties almost every year. He's even going to the Grand Canyon

with me! How romantic! (That was sarcasm, by the way.) My brother's only 12, so that's why he looks a little young. I'm 15. Right now, we are enjoying some cereal and pancakes. I was SO hungry that my stomach was churning this morning. Tomorrow is the day we're going to the Grand Canyon. I'm like SO excited to go with the nicest-kid-in-town! Oops! Nathan's calling me to his room! See you after this!!

This is my brother's room. He needed help installing Fortnite on his laptop. Silly brother! " Thanks, sis! " He said, truly sounding grateful. " Your welcome, bro! " I told him, feeling like I was walking on air. I walked over to my room to Skype Scot. " What's up, sweetheart? " Scot asked me teasingly. " You little turd! " I tease him, laughing. " You ready for the literally Grand