Jess: Welcome to the new and improved "Search"!
Lei: "New and improved"??
Jess: Hey! I had to do some readjusting! It wasn't attracting anyone and frankly, it sucked.
Goku: Who's Frank?
Lei: *slaps forehead*
Disclaimer: I own DBZ. Yep. I do. No, really! What? You don't believe me? Fine then!! FINAL FLASH! *boom* AAAAAAAAAAAH! My computer!! *sobbing*
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Okay, I guess...This is it. My journal. Not much at the moment. Well, here goes:
Friday, April 5th.
Why? Why is everything so...weird? I feel totally set apart. It feels as if I don't belong where I am right now. Oh, well. My mind's all messed up. I don't look a THING like my parents, and I have no memory of my past at all. Once I try to remember when I was at least 7, it's just...blank. Not there at all. Weird, huh?
Oh, duh. Not a very clear introduction, I can tell. If anyone's reading this (don't imagine how), you must be wondering what in the heck I'm blabbering about. Me too. Well, my name is Rosalynn, I'm almost thirteen, and my life's a mess. I have short black hair that makes me look like a tomboy. But what's really weird is that I have a few strands of blonde hair. REALLY blonde hair. It's so bright. And it's been like that for as long as I can remember. Even though I can't remember anything past age 8.
Well, let's skip past the gloomy stuff. I'll try to be more chipper. Well, actually, that's not possible. I've never been really happy in my life. Don't know why. Just can't find anything to live for, y'know?
Now I gotta tell you about something that no one knows about and that's been chewing at my brain for the past 5 months. Last year, in December, I think, I had an encounter. No, not with aliens. With some really tough guys. Bullies or punks, you might call them. Anyway, I was walking home from school, and this FREAK just grabbed me and tugged me into the alley. I don't know why, and I don't want to know. Well, this guy and his 'gang' were about to beat me up or something worse, and I...I just...got so angry. I don't really clearly remember what happened next, (boy have I got amnesia or WHAT?) but I do remember me with this ball of light or something in my hand, and this big BOOM sound, and when I opened my eyes, they were gone. I thought that they had run away.
But then I saw it. A stain of red. On the concrete. It was blood. I don't know how I did it, but somehow, I had...blown them up.
Blown them up to smithereens.
Lei: "New and improved"??
Jess: Hey! I had to do some readjusting! It wasn't attracting anyone and frankly, it sucked.
Goku: Who's Frank?
Lei: *slaps forehead*
Disclaimer: I own DBZ. Yep. I do. No, really! What? You don't believe me? Fine then!! FINAL FLASH! *boom* AAAAAAAAAAAH! My computer!! *sobbing*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, I guess...This is it. My journal. Not much at the moment. Well, here goes:
Friday, April 5th.
Why? Why is everything so...weird? I feel totally set apart. It feels as if I don't belong where I am right now. Oh, well. My mind's all messed up. I don't look a THING like my parents, and I have no memory of my past at all. Once I try to remember when I was at least 7, it's just...blank. Not there at all. Weird, huh?
Oh, duh. Not a very clear introduction, I can tell. If anyone's reading this (don't imagine how), you must be wondering what in the heck I'm blabbering about. Me too. Well, my name is Rosalynn, I'm almost thirteen, and my life's a mess. I have short black hair that makes me look like a tomboy. But what's really weird is that I have a few strands of blonde hair. REALLY blonde hair. It's so bright. And it's been like that for as long as I can remember. Even though I can't remember anything past age 8.
Well, let's skip past the gloomy stuff. I'll try to be more chipper. Well, actually, that's not possible. I've never been really happy in my life. Don't know why. Just can't find anything to live for, y'know?
Now I gotta tell you about something that no one knows about and that's been chewing at my brain for the past 5 months. Last year, in December, I think, I had an encounter. No, not with aliens. With some really tough guys. Bullies or punks, you might call them. Anyway, I was walking home from school, and this FREAK just grabbed me and tugged me into the alley. I don't know why, and I don't want to know. Well, this guy and his 'gang' were about to beat me up or something worse, and I...I just...got so angry. I don't really clearly remember what happened next, (boy have I got amnesia or WHAT?) but I do remember me with this ball of light or something in my hand, and this big BOOM sound, and when I opened my eyes, they were gone. I thought that they had run away.
But then I saw it. A stain of red. On the concrete. It was blood. I don't know how I did it, but somehow, I had...blown them up.
Blown them up to smithereens.