Identity

" Me, Her and Cake. "

England, London, Abbey Road.
Famous for the Album Cover from the band, The Beatles.

Identity
deezee.z

It's nice to walk there with three other friends, and an extra friend who's left out to take the pictures. I believe I'm the extra, the left out one, the one who always takes the picture behind the camera.
Thats why im a private investigator, I like to be the person behind the camera, and taking the shots. I like to solve crimes in secret. It's refreshing and nice. I like using my body to use, not in that way if thats what you're thinking. I can shape-shift, and it's very convenient. Like, imagine sometimes you wanna be a woman! There you go, Im a woman, sometimes you wanna be a guy! There you go, Im a guy or sometimes you just wanna live the animal life. ( P.S cats do have 9 lives. )
It's fun, convenient and weird! If someone found out I could shape-shift. I'll probably get blackmailed or sent to a secret science lab where they do various experiments on me.
Not that I wouldn't mind, I'll be like a marvel genetic mutation. Hahahahahahahaha, sorry.
I must boring you huh? I mean, Its pretty dang tiring to read a book isn't it?
I hate books too, don't worry and if you like books my bad. I just hate them.

*I continued to write, in my diary. I liked writing but I hate reading. All of the words are kind of, jumbled up so it's really difficult for me to pick up a book and just read. I continued to write, and write, and write. Till a BANG was heard on my door. My dorm mate! She must be angry. Very angry,yes, certainly most angry.*
" FUCKING HORSESHIT OPEN THE DOOR! " *Her name is Ozzy. Weird name I know, even I wouldn't-*
" PETER YOU BETTER OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR BEFORE I ABSOLUTELY KNOCK THIS FUCKING DOOR DOWN. " *Ah, Yes. My name is Peter for now, Peter Drowzki. I am Russ-*

BANG!!!!!!!!!!! *Ozzy kicked the door down, she had a furious look on her face and looked at me angrily. Her long gold hair flowed it was like in slow motion.*
" You stupid cunty bitch, left me in the rain to be drenched. " *I am confused, but I'll let her words slide.*
" I called you like 10 fucking times because I didn't have the keys" *I paused and looked at her angry gaze.*
" Sorry, my cellphone was on silent. " *She sighed as her gaze softened.Ozzy jumped onto my bed and laid there.*
" I'll let it slide. Next time check your phone. " *She rolled around my bed.*
" Okay, noted. " *I put my book down and went up to my window and shut it closed. I pulled the curtains closed as well. It was midnight and late and perfect to escape the house to investigate the boss's cousin's mystery.*
*I silently waltzed my way to the front door, till I heard a cup break at the back. Ozzy did not bring suitors or visitors to our house. So who could it be? A burglar. Most definitely. I grab a pistol I always keep in my pockets and immediately turn around to point it at . . . .*

*Ozzy?*

" Erm... Happy birthday! "
* She said with a frantic look, I can't tell if she's terrified by the cup breaking or my pistol, or possibly both. I had completely forgotten it was Peter Drowzki's birthday. I put my pistol down. *
" Why thank you Ozzy? "

* I smiled and she smiled back, forcefully. *