Dreamer

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, más o less.

October 24, 1997:
I'm not going to start this journal out plesent and happy, because it's not. Four año hace 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 favorito! number. This is the age where tu can read más words, tie your shoes, and not be a baby anymore.
I was in the garden lectura 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 más bad things happen to them. My childhood was wonderful untell one tragic day.

10 o so years ago,

I stood siguiente to my mom. Wind blowing through my hair. My family and I were racer's. If tu 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 o 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 día before I died.

My brother came barrling...