Dearest Diary, as of today, March First, I am recording all of my emotions and findings. I am Aayane Sombrome. My age is eighteen. I am everyone and no one. I like to tell people my thoughts, but they never listen. And plus I can't tell anyone what I'm about to say. That's why I've decided to buy a diary.
I believe I have found something special, 2 month ago. An oddity of sorts, if you will. It fell from the sky in the dead of night, like an angel. It's a weird thing. It's an Alien, and now I shelter it.
Everyone thought I was odd for believing in aliens. But look at me now, I have an actual alien. However, I am not telling anyone I have it. I don't want anyone to take it. It's my only friend.
I can't understand what it says, but I've been teaching it bits of English. It knows the words 'help', 'paper', 'hungry, 'happy', 'sad', 'thank you', and 'please'.
It's slow, yes. But, alas, it is progress. I have taught it some human customs. It knows to say please when it wishes for something. It knows to ask for help when it needs some. And it knows to say thank you when it gets something it desires.
It knows I have to work, and it knows to help itself to whatever is in the fridge when I'm not there.
I notice I have yet to explain this alien's appearance. It appears as human, with ebony skin and long curly hair. A pretty smile and bright red lips. Yet there are a few thing that give it away. It has a long tail, like a lizard. It had bright yellow eyes. And claws, not nails, claws.
Yes it is strange, I know. But alas, that is all for today. Until next time, goodbye diary.
