First day at Starlight Academy
Room #105
This is my first day here, and when I was unpacking I found this journal in here for some reason. I never had a journal, weel form what I thought I wouldn't, but when I was in the cottage, I had nothing, but the old man (I forgot his name already, it's to hard to remember) went shopping for supplies for me when I refused to leave, and he must have slipped this in with my clothes and other stuff. I guess it's a good reason he gave this to me, so if I remember part of my past I can write it down, and not forget it again.
I met only one person here on my first day, who I didn't ask for a name, but I could tell I didn't like him very much, because he smoked and drank beer. It disgust me to see boys do that and girls, especially when there younger then I am. I told the boy that there called death-sticks for a reason, but it was as if he didn't care if he died by lung cancer, but then I apologized for mentioning it, and then left, but then my mind was throbbing, it hurt, and I saw my reflection again, and I asked myself who and what am I.
I can't write anymore, it pains me for not knowing my past that I have the right to know!
Room #105
This is my first day here, and when I was unpacking I found this journal in here for some reason. I never had a journal, weel form what I thought I wouldn't, but when I was in the cottage, I had nothing, but the old man (I forgot his name already, it's to hard to remember) went shopping for supplies for me when I refused to leave, and he must have slipped this in with my clothes and other stuff. I guess it's a good reason he gave this to me, so if I remember part of my past I can write it down, and not forget it again.
I met only one person here on my first day, who I didn't ask for a name, but I could tell I didn't like him very much, because he smoked and drank beer. It disgust me to see boys do that and girls, especially when there younger then I am. I told the boy that there called death-sticks for a reason, but it was as if he didn't care if he died by lung cancer, but then I apologized for mentioning it, and then left, but then my mind was throbbing, it hurt, and I saw my reflection again, and I asked myself who and what am I.
I can't write anymore, it pains me for not knowing my past that I have the right to know!