Even More of My Story.

Yo. I have more of my story, even though I think it's a little boring. I want to hear how you like it. I won't be able to post how I did at the Last Chance meet until Saturday, because it's going to be late.

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I yawned. I was on the computer for an hour, then I took a nap. It was so refreshing. I looked at the clock, it was 2:27 a.m. Wow, I’m usually in bed by now! I took the paper out of the printer. In that hour on the computer, I had made journal paper, since I was bored all the time. I took a pen and started writing.

June 7th, 2008

Dear diary,
Yesterday, I was turned into a vampire. I’m not happy at all. In fact, it’s a boring life. All you do is stay in a house all day long..... how can they stand it? I think it’s gross drinking blood. It bothers me that I’ve become a creature of the night. I’m not human anymore! No more sleepovers with your friends, going to the movies..... It makes me sad to think about it. And I miss my mom dearly. She would know what to do in a situation like this. I bet she’s looking for me right now.....

I trailed off. It made me depressed just to think about it. “Hmmm, still on the computer,” Tyler commented behind me. I jumped. “Can you stop it?” I said in an annoyed voice. “Stop what?” he asked in a confused voice. “Well, you come in without a sound and when I think I’m alone, you say something. Of course I don’t know if you’ve been watching me the whole time. I like having alone time!” I replied. “Oh,” he said. “Sorry.” We were quiet after that. I resumed writing in my diary (or whatever it was!).

..... I haven’t been outside to see if there are any “Lost Child” posters out in civilization. If I stay in here, I’m going to go crazy! Just looking at the walls that I’ve memorized the details of. It’s been that long.
Gigi

I sighed. I took the paper into my room (Tyler showed me before my nap) and set it down. I needed a binder to keep it safe. I paced around. I could use cardboard and decorate it! It might look cheap, but it would actually look like a journal. I found a box and ran out the door. “Tyler,” I asked breathlessly, “do you mind if I cut this up?” He shook his head. I ran into his kitchen and found a Stanley Knife. I cut to pieces out of the box, left it there, and ran back to my room. I found Tyler reading what I wrote, and pushed him out of my room. Then I locked the door. This was (besides my i-pod) the only thing I had that reminded me of home.