hello sorry just a small note here: bold is something happening in the present the rest would be in the past thank you!

I've been running for a while taking in the fresh air through my mouth my eyes taking in the scenery humble trees swaying in the wind with squirrels dashed into the trunks of the trees it's adorable suddenly I stop taking out a tattered old book and open the first page I sit down on a log next to my favourite lake it's wonderful it's even better now that it's autumn beautiful leaves of all colour surrounding me it's very soothing however it saddens me I've been alone a lot of my spare time now I find it depressing.

page one the year is supposedly nineteen ninety nine according to human calendars

Ahh blue skies not a single cloud it relieves me, we have had storms for about seven weeks and suddenly it's gorgeous today! I try to sniff the fresh air only to realise I have a cold. Okay I lied I don't have a nose probably for the best I've heard a lot of people saying they can often sniff things that smell horrendous like cow droppings although I would never get to experience that I don't even know what sort of object a cow is but humans do! don't they? Of course they do!

I sigh my head rolling around like a bobble head that I found at creek lake 'what kind of name is that?' I thought straight after reading the sign that's also a lie I don't know how to read I just came up with the name myself. why do I keep lying to myself I wonder if its normal I wonder if the humans do it...probably they are very silly after all.

humans I have never liked the word however for some strange reason I still use it to be honest I don't even like them the animals that they are what species are they any way certainly not like us I can tell you oh look another lie I can't tell you because I don't know.

I am not a human , I am not an animal and I am not an alien I am a monster no I lied again I don't know what I am no one know what we are just walking talking nothings I suppose, happy nothings. None of us are the same I have bangs that go past my shoulders and the rest of my hair is quite short, my dress is made from a potato sack (what is a potato?) apparently and I have no shoes but my strangest features are my three red eyes, grey skin and four arms.

I am not the strangest being though none of us are but our other species or get ready for a quote from the people that I share a cave with there are infact "little mistakes" well that's what the adult's tell us kids although kids my age which is the age of five again in human terms (in our terms I would be one we age every four years) we don't in case you were wondering call them "douchebags' picked up from a very upset human so I've heard.

about the cave it's not really a cave it's the back of a boulder classed as a village. It's cramped and there is two categories for us females which I am and males which I am not if you did not know you most likely didn't because you are my brain or some thing uh actually ignore that please thank you!.

hey I just realised something I don't have a name none of us have a name I wonder what it would be? hmm you know you might not say anything but I like you already! Ill find a new name some day I just don't know when

I close my diary from seventeen years ago it's been a while since I looked at it. It's quite funny in all honesty "reading" (and by that I mean looking at the scribbles that I drew) my adventures on getting a new name. I giggle every time I remember how I got it. I was only seven and curiosity got the better of me or in human terms it leaded to a murder of a poor cat who was supposedly nosey although I was never really sure what it meant. I only wrote in my diary once every year I thought It would last longer since it only had fourteen pages but gave up after I was ten the writing was scribbles but I don't need words to read it I have every memory in my head.

I re-opened it after taking a walk

page three the year is two thousand and one according to human calendars

I went through the forest today it was boring there was nothing to do! I hate being by myself. But I did find a book! probably used by humans sadly there was only one page and I still don't know how to read so it was useless to me so I put it back and headed my way to the dump. I usually find some cool stuff to take home! Mama say's that they are useless utensils humans use that's why they throw them away but I always come up with some sort of cool thing to do with them.

Mama tells me all the time to be careful of the douchebags they might poison my mind with their deformed bodies and dictatorship dunno what that is but I try. Don't tell her but I met one yesterday and they are nothing like what they are described to be although maybe this one was different. You see unlike us the douchebags have human illnesses? I'm not sure how to put it but some are blind (cant see), deaf (cant hear) some times there are ones where there are certain body parts that don't work and other things but the one I met was albino I never heard of it so I asked what it was she didn't reply though.. at first I thought she was a human until I saw her four eyes they were closed I had accidently woke her up from the nap she was having.

Sitting down on a tree stump I told her not to be afraid she didn't listen I can understand why. You see over where I live people who are not normal get severe punishments some times they get beheaded if they are too different and then they get banished to they woods with their kind as for the dead ones adults eat their bodies gross.

we talked okay that's an understatement I talked. While she fidgeted eventually the sun was going down and I would have had to go home so I promised I would visit her soon. I went to the path near the dump and she was there waiting! The thing actually showed up and waved at me when I arrived we had done almost the same thing as yesterday but she talked this time and gave me a name it's Jane. Apparently she did have a name though and it was Wendy you will never guess what though! We have human names how cool is that? I think it's pretty neat but that's probably just me turns out human children met her a while back and gave her a name.

I shut the book for one finale time today Wendy I frown 'I miss her why did she have to go? where did she go?' I pace around a boulder it looked just as lonely as I was until I remembered it has pebble friends. I tried to rip apart the diary but I couldn't it wasn't just me who wrote in this and even though I doubt she would miss it, it was the only piece of Wendy I had left