Olive Hops through her window, with a lot of struggle...she's really gotta find an easier way to get back in...

She tosses the book on her bed, and struggles through her window, and ends up falling on her face.

"Oof..." Olive sits up, rubbing her face, before shaking it off and standing up, rushing over to the book.

She wipes the remaining dust off, admiring the cover.

There were no words, just intricate designs and patterns dented in the black leather. Probably a journal, an abnormally small one at that. She flips through a few pages, the pages were slightly yellowed, and the cursive was a bit hard to read...but there were drawings! So that helps...

"Why does the writing have to look like noodles..." Olive Mutters to herself, squinting her eyes, leaning in closer, and suddenly it starts to make sense, Only a little, but it's progress.

She decides it'll be easier if she tries her best to translate it, and copy it into her own journal!

"Maybe It's a myth..." And "perhaps She was right..." are all Olive Can read semi-clearly right now... She just needs to focus! Focus, Focus pocus...

And After many painstaking hours, with lots of back pain, She translates a few pages!

She sits up, cracking her back, she rereads her messy handwriting over again, at least it's easier to read than the cursive...

"I heard a Story today, my older brother told me if you follow a bunch of steps...you can travel to another realm! Maybe it's a myth...but I'm still gonna try it!"

"Last night I told my friend about it! She didn't believe me, in fact she called me some pretty mean things...I don't think she likes me much anymore. But I'm about to really try it! For real this time!"

"It didn't work...perhaps she was right...but I felt something! Like as if it was almost there...as if I almost did it right...or maybe that's just me trying to pretend like I'm right...either way! I'm trying again tomorrow!"

"I couldn't write yesterday, it was my birthday. My boyfriend and I went out of town! 21, hard to believe right? I swear high school just ended! Three years... But! I'm wondering if I should tell him...about the whole other dimension myth thing? Do you think he'd believe me?"

"I've been sick recently...so I couldn't write! Sorry! But Ive been testing out the whole dimension thing and...it's not going great. Maybe everyone else is right. But that's okay...I'll try again when I feel a bit better!"

And that's all she's got. Seems like a diary, She was hoping it be more of a step-by-step way to go back to Iris...but her hopes were too high.

One thing Olive has noticed about this teeny tiny diary journal thing is that...about halfway through, it just ends. Weird.

Olive stands up, stretching, She needs a break...so for now, she's gonna look for her shoebox full of cash, from when she was a bit younger.

She checks under her bed, in her wardrobe, in every drawer, under that one floorboard, nothing.

An then She gets an idea...

"Oh yeah! I used to love hiding things in that spot..." She grins, shuffling over to her wardrobe, she starts pushing it out of the way...either it's lighter than she remembers, or she's gotten stronger over the years.

Once it's finally out of the way, olive crouches down, pulling a tiny door open, that leads into a sort of crawl space.

She reaches into the tunnel, rummaging around blindly, and her hands Hits it! A Box, a cardboard one to be specific, one for her boots, the ones she wears all the time, the ones Sunday bought for her birthday that one year! That one.

She pulls it out, it's covered in stickers, and colorful duck tape, written on it in black sharpie reads, "olives stash! Don't touch!"

She smiles at it for a bit, it makes her reminisce of before, when things Were different, when she didn't Have people to save, especially ones who are separated by a portal.

She opens it, and grabs a decent amount, but not all of it.

Before she shuts the box, she looks over the other miscellaneous items scattered at the bottom, bracelets and cards from Sunday, cool rocks Olive had found, and a book she'd stolen from the school library. And some other stuff she doesn't care to look at right now.

So She shuts The Box, shoving it back in the crawl space. She stands up, and pulls her wardrobe back into place.

She turns around and steps over to her bed, hiding the Money in her pillow case, along with both her journal, and the one she'd found in the attic.

She plops down on her bed, and passes out.