Dear Journal 1. 13.9.09
Today was supposed to be the day where the Richman boys were holding a party. Being the new kid around and all, I was personally asked to attend. Sure enough, I couldn't say no.
So I attended the function with a little bit more than a grumpy attitude. I really didn't want to be here, thus the reason why I'm writing in my journal. Someone walked up to with a very precise 'Donverachii, What you doing man?' I gave an eye roll and prepared myself for an ugly argument in which they'd try to keep me around.
This was a human function, I didn't belong here. Being decades older them kind of gave me a different perspective then these lower beings. I was readying myself to say that I was leaving when I heard a gurgled screech. Spiking my interest, and a large blow to the stomach, I pushed pass the human to the source of the scream. A human girl, almost younger than the others here, was being force to swallow the vile substance in the large bottle. I smelt blood,
And without even noticing what I was doing, I attacked.
