OK. I'm trying this story again. ENJOY!
I did it. I finally escaped this hell. When the tallest figure out that I ate all the doughnuts it will be too late. I've been planing this escape my whole life. I grab my make-sift SIR unit and the Voot cruiser I payed Zam to build. The poor fool. I almost feel bad for him. I sigh and take one last look at what I called home. Now its just a memory. I take a look at what I packed. A years supply worth of snacks, some required equipment to blend in, and... My heart stopped pounding and my squeedlyspooch is turning. Someone put my scrapbook in.
"MIR!" I call.
"Yesss?" she asks.
"Did you put the scrapbook in?" She nods her head. I want to scold her but instead I smile.
"Thank you." I whisper. I slowly lift up the scrapbook while MIR attempts to crawl onto my lap. She finally makes it onto my lap and we look at the memories. The first page has Tak, Zam, Zim, and me as smeets. I remember how we got along before our minds were infested by lies and hate. The next page has Zam next to the first ship he built. Three pages later, I started taking pictures of MIR and the progress I made on her day by day. Ten pages later, the memories stop. I rummage around until I find the camera Zam gave me last week. As I took a picture of MIR and me to prove to myself that I escaped, a scream that could only be Tallest Purple. I smirk and take the picture. This gonna be a good life.
And there you go! The first chapter of 'First Impressions.'