Dear (Yay! You have a name!)
I wanted to write about that one time I was really depressed and thought no one cared about me, but then I realized that was a horrible idea and that you wouldn't enjoy it at all. So, I decided to write about my worst birthdays ever.
On my sixth birthday, I jumped right off the trampoline and smashed into the shed. It really hurt, as well! Head first… However, my family stood there and laughed. Bastards.
My seventh birthday, my fish died. My brother (Akaito) thought it would be a brilliant idea to through the fish on the roof right in front of me, and make me watch the birds eat his dead body. Uh, yeah, never got over that one.
My tenth birthday, I was made to fight with Akaito and someone else in a few rounds of wrestling. Now, I was a rather small child, and they were both around sixteen. That day, I ended up with more bruises and cuts than you could imagine.
Looking back through that, I have a horrible family. Ok, so today, I was talking to Len and he told me about this thing called 'facebook'. I had no idea what it was, so I looked it up. You know, before then, I had a pretty simplistic life, but then I found out the ways of the Internet.
Also, there are a Hell of a lot of imposters.
I looked them all up, the ones using my good name. I can remember one, 'Oliver'. Hang on a minute... Oliver? Isn't that the British kid with the sailor outfit? Hmph... He is going to et a strict talking to later on... Maybe.
How do I end this? Oh yeah.
Love from Kaito!
((lol nope there will be almost no plot... Though I literally just started one Kaitos revenge))