Flying has never been a problem for me. Ever since I was born I’ve travelled the world through the air. To be quite fair, I understand my scenario is quite different to other people. It’s the reason I don’t like talking about airplanes with other people. I can only imagine how unpleasant flying must be if you’re crammed inside a tiny airplane with hundreds of other people for hours. I think it’s important for me to at least try to empathise and understand the feeling. It’s not as if I made a conscious decision to be in the position I’m in, allowing me to travel in… ‘alternate’ methods.

Simply put, I’m here in this jet because my father owns it and had me use it to travel. He doesn’t own this, nor any other possessions, as a matter of arrogance. He has no desire to outwardly show off his wealth to brag. This jet is a mere tool of practicality, saving an hour or two from the flying process. Even though Orlando to Boston isn’t a particularly long flight, in his mind anything can be made more efficient. My father wants something much harder to obtain than money. He wants respect and to etch his name in history. It’s not about paparazzi and fame. What Gregory Palmer wants is not to have his face on TV, but to have it in the history books.

What does it make me, to implicitly suggest that my own father is a narcissist who wants to feed his own ego? To be frank, I don’t care. What I care about is the end result. I don’t need money, fame or notoriety. I want to carve my own path in life, and do things the right way. I’m going to help people. I’m going to solve the mystery of how a family so secure and loving can be torn apart so quickly.

I will uncover what happened in the Ymir Project, if it’s the last thing I do.

But now it’s time to continue my journey as I enter into the New England School of Technology. This is where I’ll enact my plan. I’ll break free from the shackles that hold me back. It’s not going to be easy.

Seems like the plane is about to land. Time to stuff this diary away hidden where the world won’t see it. 10, maybe 20 years from now? I’ll look back on this and smile at the misfortune of this young girl. This young girl who plans to make a stand in the grandest fashion and fix everything. It’s my time now. And there is no one who can get in my way.