AN: Sorry Angeline's a bit OTT. It's mainly about her life now compared to back at the Keepers.

Angeline:

Dear diary,
I miss my family. I miss home. I wish I could run back there and never have to live in this hell hole. My life stinks. When I asked Rose if she could take me out into the world, I never though it would be like this! New cars, Internet, God! Even computers! I suck at math, chemistry, history, science and English. The only thing I'm good at is PE but even then I still get in trouble for being too rough. Toughen up I say. I don't fit in. This isn't my life. I can't go on living like a future kid because, I'm not. I'm used to possum stew by the campfire, singing under the stars, wrestling whoever dares to get with my brother.

Here I have to behave, act like a student, study. I thought being Jill's body guard would be easy. Eat, sleep, stand in front of Jill when out. But no, I have to actually participate in discussions, be Jill's roommate and be social. I'm not social. Unless its battle fights and sparring, but if its Facebook or Instagram or iMessage, then no. I don't work like that.

Do you know how hard it is to turn on the Internet on a freaking iPad? All these buttons and tapping movements do not go down well with me. Back at home we had nothing. Nothing! Thats the way I liked it. Not like this. I can't even turn n my computer without some stupid alerts popping up reminding me that its Lilly birthday today, sammy changed his profile pic, Andrew did this Sophie did that. Ahhhh, it drives me crazy!

And the food. Eeehhhh. Didn't even get me started on the food! It's foul! Who puts salad, with meat patties. It's outrageous! Vegetables ruins the sweet, tenderness of the meat. Not that the meat at lunch is tender. It anything but. Dry, tough, burnt. NOT the way I like it! I prefer chargrilled to perfection on a wood stocked flamen high fire. It's simply better. Tastier. But I their are some new foods that I haven't had before that I don't know how I lived without. Chocolate. OMG. I'm not one to fan-girl over things but yummmmm! It's like heaven in a block! Silky smooth, packed full of sugar and energy. The perfect snack before a sparring lesson.

Other foods though, bbblllluuuuurrrrrkkkk! Cucumber. Di-sgust-ing! Squash. Squashed under the table! Lasagna. Vomit central! How do people eat such foods? I don't have anything against meat and vegetables, but lasagna is like a wannabe cake but healthy! It doesn't even give you energy to fight!

I love fighting. Self defence, sparring, anything. I just love the way I can take me aggression out and not get in trouble for it. Except when I injure someone. That pisses me off. I used to hurt people all the time at home and get a warning saying not to do it again, not here. Off with her head is what it feels like. I'm starting to think someone's paying idiots to come fight with me just so they can get hurt. Not that I'm complaining. I like to be seen as a threat, the same way I take everyone else.

Another thing I don't understand is the money. The currency is extremely different even though the Keepers and here are in the same continent. We use food to trade with other items in Palm Springs they use money for just about everything! Okay, not quite true. We did have money just we didn't rely on it as much as we did for trading food.

Trading. Travelling. Transport. I though we had a wide variety! Palm Springs overrules us by miles. Cars, trains, trams, buses, motorbikes, quad bikes, trucks you name it, they got it. They even have automatic! No gears! How easy is life here. But it takes away the fun when you go out and do circle work. Automatic just doesn't cut it. With gears you can get a lot of revs, push the engine, take it to the limit. Live on the dangerous side. That's more like it. Cut up the ground.

And speaking of cutting, not that cutting. Cutting being that I cut my shorts to a length that would help me cope with the heat of Palm Springs and I get pinged for it being inappropriate. It didn't show my ass so what's the problem? Like my top. It wasn't even revealing anything. Well, not at my standards. Obviously me and Mrs Weathers have vveerrryyy different tastes.

Short shorts are the latest trend according to foreva21. (Yeah, I know how to work the Internet now!) Maybe Mrs Weathers should try wearing a little makeup, she looks kind of plain. And better clothes. She may be 40+ but she doesn't have to dress like a 60+ year old. Seriously life here is so confusing and complicated. At the Keepers 2+2=4.

Here, 2+2=
2x9=18
18/3=6
6-4=2.

Phew. Maybe my maths has improved. I don't know why we learn maths anyway. Sure counting and adding and taking is necessary even to me, just square roots, linear equations even volume are not needed to me. They overuse things. Make them unwanted, boring. At least thats how I see it.

So my life at the moment, hard. I'm not smart so words don't come easy to me. I'm surprised I wrote this much. My attention span is usually no longer then a goldfishes. I like goldfishes. See? Change of subject. Anyway, we didn't have many animals at the Keepers. Well,we had cats, dogs, rabbits but not domesticated ones like there are in the 'modern day' Americas. They don't kill them either. They look after them. Feed them, groom them, care for them. Overprotective weirdos. Haha. Lol.

I guess I should go now I think I've written enough. Actually I'm quite angry write now. No reason why, just am. I gonna see if I can get Eddie to spar with me or break into the gym to punch the living day lights out of a punching bag.

Anyways, bye for now. I'm pretty sure though you know the reason why I'm ending writing. Ill say it anyway. I. Miss. My. Family. End of story. I want to go back there and live my old life. I miss it. So goodbye before I end up ripping this page to shreds.

Angeline ;P

AN: this is another chapter done. Not very long cause I was doing it before going to sleep. Haha. Thank u for all the wonderful reviews and I'm sooooo sorry I haven't updated in a while!