Wednesday January 6th 2010
It's been two days since I first saw that human thing.
We were eating breakfast in the dining room.
Incase, you didn't notice, pretty much all of the orphans are afraid of me. I believe this year, the rumor is that I chopped up my parents and threw them in a ditch. Before that I strangled them. Before that, I had used my awesome wiccan powers to turn them into flies and squash them with a newspaper. And before that, I had, also used my awesome wiccan powers to turn them into ants and light them on fire with a magnifying glass and sun. And so on, and so on.
Each year a new kid makes up another rumor, but they all think I did something cool. Never once do they stop and realize that my parents just didn't want me.
I guess I wasn't good enough.
January 8, 2010 10:28pm
Hugging my knees to my chest, I looked up at the New Moon glowing brightly in the sky.
It was beautiful.
All of a sudden, a book flew from the bookshelf and landed on my lap. The pages were flipping fastly and it opened to page 576. The numbers glowed a bright shade of violet.
'What the hell is going on!', i thought.
I left the book there and grabbed a notebook off of the nightstand. I ran back to the book and next to where i wrote"Footprints on windowsill". I figured I might as well write it down. And then I turned to another clean page and wrote down 576.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!", i yelled at the book.
The number five stayed lit up as the other numbers stopped glowing, and then a paragraph lit up a deep violet.
"Oh! I get it!".
576 stood for fifth paragraph, seventh line, and sixth word.
Hello.
"What the fuck! All that and it says 'hello'!".
Then, the pages flipped again.
434.
Calm.
623.
Down.
Calm down.
"Great, now the book wants to talk to me! Why the hell weren't you talking to me when i had to write that 500 page essay about you!".
January 9, 2010 12:24am
So far, I've learned that i'm impatient, that i'm crazy for thinking that i was normal, and that books do not like it when you throw them across the room. That makes them come back and hit you in the back of the head.
"Ouch", i said, glaring at the book as i rubbed the back of my head.
"I'm going to bed.".
I pages started to turn.
"Oh, fuck off!", i said, putting the book back on the self.
I layed down in my bed, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
January 9, 2010 12:47pm
I've been laying in my bed four two hours now.
There are two different reasons why I do not want to get up.
My first reason is, that i'm as tired as Sister Mary Angela when we got three two-year-old girls with ADHD. Man, those girls were tiring!
My second reason is because I kind of don't want to wake that damn book up. I don't want to talk to it! My life is fucked up enough as it is, i don't need to add a crazy, creepy, talking book.
