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Hidden Alive
All Alone
Rose's P.O.V (shes writing) 1-1-11 12:01 am
Its 2010 and my life sucks ass. Not in that over dramatic way that most people mean when they don't get what they want when they want it. If thats what you thought your not even close.
Since its New Years you'd think i'd be happy right? Wrong. I don't care what holiday it is,my situation,and my mood, will be the same. Right now i'm locked in my room, writing on a piece of paper i found outside. Well, technackaly i don't think you can call it a room, since its just a box with a lock.
That's right people, im homeless. No i didn't act like a spoiled brat and run away. Actually, i loved my parents,but they died in a plane crash a year ago today. Everyone thinks i died with them. So they buried an empty casket. And you know what really bites? Not one of my so called "friends" went to my funeral. I know i didn't die,but still. Guess you have to be buried to know who your friends are.
Being homeless isn't so bad though. I get odd jobs to buy food and whatnot anyway. I just don't have an offical home. But who says a home can't be made out of cardboard?
Theres one thing thats really been bugging me. Okay, so theres this guy. No not a "special guy" just some random dude. I keep seeing him in every store i go in to,no matter what side of town. It's like hes stalking me or something.
There i go again, me and my imagination. But still,i can't help but think thats he's watching me. I feel it in my guts, or my instincts, or watever you call it. Oh well,he hasn't done anything.....Yet. Welp, i'm off to find more paper.
1-1-11 9:00 am
I just wasted $10 on paper and binder for the paper. Sheesh who knew it was so expensive.
That guy followed me to the store. See, i did have a stalker. Told ya so. He tried to follow me home but i lost him in an alleyway.
Hold up,i hear someone....
Its 2010 and my life sucks ass. Not in that over dramatic way that most people mean when they don't get what they want when they want it. If thats what you thought your not even close.
Since its New Years you'd think i'd be happy right? Wrong. I don't care what holiday it is,my situation,and my mood, will be the same. Right now i'm locked in my room, writing on a piece of paper i found outside. Well, technackaly i don't think you can call it a room, since its just a box with a lock.
That's right people, im homeless. No i didn't act like a spoiled brat and run away. Actually, i loved my parents,but they died in a plane crash a year ago today. Everyone thinks i died with them. So they buried an empty casket. And you know what really bites? Not one of my so called "friends" went to my funeral. I know i didn't die,but still. Guess you have to be buried to know who your friends are.
Being homeless isn't so bad though. I get odd jobs to buy food and whatnot anyway. I just don't have an offical home. But who says a home can't be made out of cardboard?
Theres one thing thats really been bugging me. Okay, so theres this guy. No not a "special guy" just some random dude. I keep seeing him in every store i go in to,no matter what side of town. It's like hes stalking me or something.
There i go again, me and my imagination. But still,i can't help but think thats he's watching me. I feel it in my guts, or my instincts, or watever you call it. Oh well,he hasn't done anything.....Yet. Welp, i'm off to find more paper.
1-1-11 9:00 am
I just wasted $10 on paper and binder for the paper. Sheesh who knew it was so expensive.
That guy followed me to the store. See, i did have a stalker. Told ya so. He tried to follow me home but i lost him in an alleyway.
Hold up,i hear someone....
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