Home sweet home. So glad to have my own clothes, my own bed.
"Its good to have you home, Mokuba Sir." I never could remember this butler's name, Jak, Mac, Herb, something like that.
"Its good to be home." I sat down, my bed, so soft. The last time I was in here, I was dead. Now, I was alive, er. I've never felt like this before, all these emotions, new to me. It's very different, new. New, all of this, new. My Camera, f 8 at 30th of a second. I snapped a picture. A good one, I hoped. I love taking picture, I'm so glad Seto gave this to me. I looked at the strap, it had all kinds of stains on it. I liked them.
"Mokuba, How are you feeling?"
"New"
"Good. I think. Your homework is on the desk." I snapped at picture of them. I could hear his sigh. "Mokuba, dinner is a 6, I want you downstair, kay?" I snapped a picture of him, he smiled and left. I had like 100 and 50 pictures, prints. I got some tape. I looked at my celing, it was so empty, it looked so lonely. I wonderd if it wanted to kill its self. I hope it didn't. I didn't. I was New, I was happy. Stand up, I gatherd the pictures in my hands and the tape. It needed to look new, like me, like my entire life.