Comments/reviews welcome, constuctive criticism appreciated, no flames please. I apologize for any OOC-ness.
Journal
There was always one thing Gino could never stand- boring Saturday afternoons. You know the type- lazy beams of sunlight dancing on the windows and dust mites drifting through the air. If boredom could kill, Gino was almost in a coma.
Of course, almost every large mansion, there's a huge, stuff-filled attic, perfect for exploring. The Gambino mansion was no exception. For lack of anything better to do, Gino decided to explore the attic. (His father wasn't home, and probably wouldn't care. After all, all that was up there was old junk, right?)
The attic was crammed with boxes of every shape and size. Gino grabbed a random box and carried it over to the window. The box looked as if it hadn't been opened it years. The tape on it had yellowed as the adhesive weakened, so it was pathetically easy to open. Doing so raised a large cloud of dust that sent Gino into a sneezing fit. Once the dust (and his head) had cleared, Gino started going through the contents of the box. He found only one item of interest- a small book bound in rich red leather. The word "journal" was inscribed on the front in gold.
Gino, curious, quickly dusted the book off and opened the cover. Someone had scrawled "My Journal- If you're not me, keep out!" on the inside cover. The handwriting was clumsy, that of a child, and strangely similar to Gino's own.
"Whose journal is this?" Gino's voice rang out and echoed in the spacious attic. He wondered if there was a nameplate on the next page. Sure enough, a fancy sticker on the next page proclaimed this journal to be the property of "Johnny Gambino."
After his initial shock wore off, Gino closed the journal and placed it back in its box. He put everything as it was and left the attic.
You're just not meant to know some things.
