I haven't put much down into you as of late. I was in a whirlwind of adventure, an assistant to Nic, a private eye. I helped him track down missing people, find what was lost. really help those in need. I had been like a teen detective in the books I read as a little girl.

Now he was gone. it had been too long, he must have ran afoul something terrible. I needed a new job, a way to support myself without him.

I went to the Pizza Sult today. met with Anika, she seemed strong, she scared off some nobody with a bat as I walked in. She asked me a few questions, most were pretty simple, but she asked what my name meant.

I told her I didn't know, which is true, when I asked my father as a child he said he liked the ring to it. I went online and looked it up. That name didn't show up anywhere. So my name means nothing, and that seems to be where I am.

I've made a promise, diary; I'm gonna blaze a trail, I'm gonna make my name mean something to the next woman who has it. It's going to mean strong, independent and defiant. I will not bow down to my bad luck. I will crawl my way from the bottom of this cesspool of a city and make something of myself. This is the day it turns around. this is the day I turn around.

Tomorrow is a new day diary. Don't tell anyone.