7/3/08
I've been meeting Zania everyday at the Grocery Store. Luckily, the Cougar isn't too bright. If he was…Well, let's just say I wouldn't be writing right now. Life has gotten better, though the Cougar has been more and more brutal to my mom. Yesterday, he threw a chair at her because she wasn't home from the hospital to get her medicine before him. He hates it when he gets home from, well, lord knows what, and the housework's not done. He's been a lot more ignorant to me, which is good news… Oh my god! Mom's dead!
7/6/08
I told the police. I told them everything; the beating, the threats, the chores, the pressure, I spilled my guts! The Cougar's on Death Row for abuse and murder. I have no regrets except that I'm now an orphan. The police chief gave me two options: One, I could go to an orphanage and wait for a family to adopt me-no- or two, live with a friend. I would love to go live with Zania but I wasn't sure if her friends would like me. Regardless, I had to join her and her mysterious gang.
7/7/08
Well, I told the chief. She thought that that was a good decision. I was glad she agreed. The old hangar was a short walk from the police station. The police chief thought ten miles was an extremely long walk, but what I don't think she realizes is that I was forced to walk the seven miles to and from the grocery store every day. The ten miles actually seems enjoyable. After a few hours of arguing, I finally made my point and won. Happy day! So, I start tonight and I'll probably camp out in a box or something, sleep, and start again in the morning. I'll probably lollygag so I drop in around two in the afternoon, when they're all woken up and not grumpy- hopefully.
7/7/08 (late)
Well, I've stopped for the night. I managed to come across an old shed, but I decided to sleep under the stars. I never got to go camping so I couldn't pass up the chance. Someone's screaming-people are screaming, tires screeching, bullets being shot! It's a drive by shooting! I've been shot.
What day is it? I remember a car, and guys shooting, and then I realized I got shot…Ow! It hurts! I can tell from the blood all around me that it's probably been a day or two since. I can tell from past experiences with the Cougar (I thought I would never have to write his name again). I see the Topkick. Across the street. No sign of Zania, though. I better get a move on. It looks almost around maybe, five o' clock. I better get my butt to Zania's before nightfall. I'm not sure if those guys are still around, and I really don't want to find out. The Topkick's moving, and no one's inside of it. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. Great. Should I get into it? It just opened its driver's side door. I better go. Wherever it's taking me, there's bound to be people. And I really need assistance.
7/16/08
Turns out, the Topkick is a guy. It's…He's an alien robot from a planet called Cybertron. His name is Ironhide, and I take it he's one of Zania's 'friends' for he doesn't need to eat like we humans do. He eats a substance called energon and he's the Weapon's specialist for his side, the 'Autobots'. I know this because on the way there, we had a good little talk. Okay, a big talk but, whoever you are, you get the point. And I haven't even met the others. DA DA DUUUUUUUNNNN!