Just Read It...

ch.11

'I don't really remember much from before I was discovered by France. I remember I was afraid because he spoke a language I didn't understand but he seemed nice and gave me the name 'New France' looking back I wonder if that was slightly narcissistic of him but I don't mind. Before that I remember a Blonde man with ships and they spoke another odd language way different from the one France spoke, he built a village on the coast and what I gathered from what little of his language I knew he was glad his little brother told him about here cause the had vin, when I met him for the first time he spoke in a broken version of my language saying my land was very nice and he hoped to see me again someday before he left to check in his brother. A little bit later a group of the people he left there and some if my people fought, and they left and abandoned the village.

Even before that I have faint memories of crossing a land bridge with many others like me, I don't remove what they looked like but I remove their feeling, it reminds me of when I speak with the native groups of my country now I think they are their ancestors. I asked England what could of happened and he said as my country grew they would disappear and become apart of it.

But that's all so long ago it's hard to be sure it's easier to recall everything after meeting France and him becoming my big brother.' I write on the space paper I brought to the meeting, it's been about 30 minutes since England disappeared and everyone is freaking out I was to tell America whispered to me that he found a note saying 'England was fine and just went back to the original meeting room' he said he wanted to see how long tell the others found the note themselves so he's not telling them.

Now you may be wondering why I'm writing an autobiography of my life and I'd say that that's a very good question me. It's because this book we're supposed to be reading inspired me to do it I haven't kept a diary since I was a colony and this reminded me how much fun it was to write shit about everyone, and everything and just talk to myself. And sure I'm doing that now but its more therapeutic writing it down.

So I'm gonna write everything down that I feel like and then I just change a few words and send it into one of the textbook company's in my country because I've really been meaning to update those.

Oh look they finally found the note ha. That was kind of amusing. Hopefully they read soon. I'm getting a bit hungry and I really want pancakes.

Maybe I should read it. But I'd have to ask first but will they hear me and what if it's something really embarrassing that I read... Alfred could obviously see my internal struggle and looked at me.

"Dude, do you wanna read it" he asked

"Umm. Yeah sure" I responded trying not to make a fool of myself. I grabbed the book and flipped to the page. And started reading

(Ps it's just what I wrote up there so you don't hafta read it again)
"'I don't really remember much from before I was discovered by France. I remember I was afraid because he spoke a language I didn't understand but he seemed nice and gave me the name 'New France' looking back I wonder if that was slightly narcissistic of him but I don't mind. Before that I remember a Blonde man with ships and they spoke another odd language way different from the one France spoke, he built a village on the coast and what I gathered from what little of his language I knew he was glad his little brother told him about here cause the had vin, when I met him for the first time he spoke in a broken version of my language saying my land was very nice and he hoped to see me again someday before he left to check in his brother. A little bit later a group of the people he left there and some if my people fought, and they left and abandoned the village.