October 24, 1997
My new father walked in. He stood there, amazed, at me playing. "How are wewe playing jazz like a pro?! You're only four!" He shouted.
"Never judge a book kwa it's cover," I replied. I thought for a second. "I can call wewe dad, right?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. He picked up a clarient and started playing what I was playing, and I caught on and followed.
It's now about 6:00 pm, and we're going out for chajio, chakula cha jioni at the diner. I'm having chicken tenders, with a side of apples. My new mom ordered something from the menu, it was an appitizer. She called it "circle chicken." "Try...

I've never had an attention. I'm an orphane, I'm not important. I always get in trouble, when it's not my fault. Blah, blah, blah. This started about 14 years ago, zaidi au less.

October 24, 1997:
I'm not going to start this journal out plesent and happy, because it's not. Four mwaka zamani I was left on the side of the highway. I don't have any friends, my foster mom hates me, and I know I'm different.
Four, the magic number. My inayopendelewa number. This is the age where wewe can read zaidi words, tie your shoes, and not be a baby anymore.
I was in the garden kusoma Harry Potter: Deathly Hallows, Part...

Blurr's P.O.V,

Life is differnt for every person. To me life is great. But as I have gotten older I've noticed how much of a unsafe place the world is now. People go missing get killed and many zaidi bad things happen to them. My childhood was wonderful untell one tragic day.

10 au so years ago,

I stood inayofuata to my mom. Wind blowing through my hair. My family and I were racer's. If wewe don't understand what I mean. I'm talking about Race Car driver's. I was young but that was my dream to race agenst other people and win. I had one older brother named Josh but everyone called him James. I never knew...

I used to have a wonderful life. Three little siblings, and a mom who worked at home. My dad worked in the army, so I didn't really get to see him. My and my younger siblings always fought, but we loved each other. I lived in Oregon, the weather there is usually rainy au foggy. My pack and I didn't really care about. I always stayed with my family unless there was a mission that we had to go on. Most of the pack members family members are gone and they live together in a big house a couple blocks from mine.
Now, to get going with the story, I'll start one siku before I died.

My brother came barrling...