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April first,2004
  Papa died today. Momma said he had a bad disease. It's called depression. I don know why,but momma didn't let me see his body when there was a loud bang.

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"Harlod,put the gun down!what the hell are you doing!?" Scarlett,our mom, yelled. I don't know what a gun is,or why she's yelling. Harlod didn't flinch,nor did he put the gun down. He held it still against his jaw. With sad eyes,he said "it's ok sweetie. Everything is ok now".
  Mommy tried to jump forward to grab the gun,but it was too late. It was too loud. I remember screaming,tears,and red. Lots of it. It was so strange,and it smelled like rust. I was told to go to my room,and I was in there for a long time. When the men in blue suits told me daddy died,and I would go to grans house for a while,I was scared. But my mommy put me to sleep. It was all black.

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Im ten. And I'm not very hyper as my dad used to say. I only have books,a desk,and drawing utensils. My bed is the only thing that's filled with toys. I have 30 plushies,most of them are elephants,or wolves. I like those animals alot. My favorite color is ao,and that means blue in Japan! But mommy said we was moving in a while,after Daddy's fu-ner-al. I don't want to move,but mommy said it's in a good place.
  "It has alot of woods. Wolves should be here,with other fun beasts" was what she had said.

But apparently she didn't check the rate of murder there. Or she didn't care about the crimes. But whatever she did,some good came out of it.