[snownina]

Name: Janette
Gender: Female

Dear Diary,
Today was a good day! I went out to play with my brother, and for once, none of his friends came! Today I had my brother ALL to ME! We played soccer and all that without his friends saying "Oh dear Janette you can't play with boys especially you because you have a saber tooth and girls shouldn't have that!" Well boys, Miss Janette here has her own friends who actually like her! And a cool brother too! Ha! Bet you don't have one! Take that! And that! HIYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Anyways, today was AWESOME! I wish that everyday could be like this! My parents even praised me for my writing! I absolutely L O V E my life!
Signing out!
Janette

Dear Diary,
I can't believe I've written in you for years and years since I could write. Amazing how you have so many pages! Anyways, today was my birthday, and everything went as expected. People came over, we played games (I totally beat them at soccer), we had cake, we opened presents, people left. Just like any typical birthday.
Now that I'm older, I'm thinking about time. Time. It doesn't wait for anybody. It keeps going. On and on and on. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Sometimes I wonder if time is even a thing. Time shows everywhere, how people come and go, how nations rise and fall, yet, it is something that we have named. It seems artificial.
I think I'm becoming too philosophical. I don't even understand what I just wrote. I miss my younger, carefree self.
Where did all that time go?
I don't even know what's happening these days. The pressure of homework, flute classes, my position in school, my family, it's all suffocating me.
School? It's nothing compared to my family problems. Being a 'weird' girl, I have to struggle and show the others that I'm just like them. I have to wear the newest clothes, listen to the most popular music, like gossiping and talking about others behind their backs. The only good things is that my friends from long ago are still here with me, and they keep encouraging me on.
My family is terrible. I hate my parents. Why be so biased towards me brother? What's so good about him? Do I not try hard? Do I not try hard to please them? Do I not get the best grades? Do I not score the most goals in a soccer game? WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!
And my brother doesn't know any of this.
He thinks that I'm the cheerful, carefree, younger self. And I am, at least, in front of him. I can't show him that I'm becoming more and more easily angered everyday, less calm everyday, quieter everyday, more depressed everyday, oh, no, I can't show my anger and sorrow in front of him. I can't worry him. He's my BROTHER. I have to protect him.
But I want to run away so badly.
Maybe I should go see a psychologist.
But I'm okay, am I not?
Okay, I really should go see a psychologist.
Just hope that my brother won't see my diary and read through it as he did a few years ago.
But at that time, the days weren't as serious as right now.

Janette

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Why hello there, before I start with my form Id like you to know a few things first. Through out the form you might notice I'll be writing in italics, like right now. Otherwise when you see hot pink writing surrounded by quotations like these ❝ ❞ it will be Aubree speaking or writing .

[Satiine]

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ｙｏｕ  ｈｅａｒｄ  ｍｅ，  ｔｈａｔ＇ｓ  ｍｙ  ｎａｍｅ，  ａｎｄ
Ｉ＇ｍ  ｆｅｍａｌｅ，  ｐｒｏｕｄ  ａｎｄ  ｔａｌｌ．

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female for her gorgeous eyelashes and pink hair.

pronounciation: "zi-ann", short for Czablya "sah-bli-ah" (Hungarian for saber)

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journal entry 1 // monday june 10 age // 12: So my brother was being bullied today for having pink feathers. Shoved to the ground, kicked, accused of being gay (not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just the fact that they used it as a negative term), called him insulting words that I won't have written down on paper. You have got to be kidding me. Like, I have blue feathers and I don't get teased! And isn't blue a stereotyped "boy color"? I hate those kids. I'm sorry, I really do and nothing will stop me from hating them. Here's how today went… I like to write my opinion on events, write the event out, then check my opinion again, because sometimes my opinion changes after I've thought about it. My brother and I were just hanging out after lunch. Normally we've got a bunch of friends around us, but not today, it was just the two of us. It was going to be a good day. Everything had gone so smoothly, brother had scored a 100 on his science test and bumped his B up to an A. Until I left for a moment to turn in a paper. It was my fault, I guess, for leaving my brother alone, but can't he take care of himself? Yeah, he can, actually. He's just as tough as me, if not just a bit more insecure emotionally. And anyway, I left, careless and thinking ahead to dinner (#sorrynotsorry), and when I came back… It hurts to write this. A lot. But brother was on the ground, and these kids were kicking dirt on him, spitting on him, slamming him against the concrete, pulling his hair, just abusing him. I was stunned. I stood there, shocked, for a moment or two, I think. Then one of the kids yanked off one of brother's feathers, waved it around in the air, and hollered, "Check it out, loser's got a pink feather! What a DYKE! Oh wait, he's a guy and GAY! Or is he a guy?" At which point they all burst into laughter, as well as many of the bystanders. I couldn't take it anymore. Mom says I shouldn't have lost my temper. But put yourself in my shoes, and you would've reacted the same way. I love my brother fiercely and forever. So I gave the bully - the one that shouted out - a good, square punch. I fractured his nose. But I promise, I didn't mean to punch that hard. When you're mad, you've got a lot more adrenaline and power. I guess now that I have it written down on paper, I'm a little remorseful. But they hurt my brother, my closest friend, and they had to pay. The teachers came quick after that episode, of course (that bully screamed loooouuuud when I hit him) and they did what teachers do, which is "sort" everything out (read: make both sides upset) and send us away with punishments. I haven't talked to brother yet. I'm nervous, honestly. He hates being weak in front of others, and I caught his eye for a moment while he was on the ground - they were glimmering with tears. Brother doesn't like me fighting his battles, he prefers to fight my battles for me, which I dislike too. So I guess I'll just wait to see how things turn out. Let's hope everything is alright. I love my brother, and I'll fight to the death for him. ❤

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journal entry 2 // friday august 3 // age 18: It's been a long time since I last touched this journal - six years, to be exact. It's been an even longer time since I first got this little book. I've used it well, the cover's beaten and worn; some of the spirals are coming loose. I decided to go through all of my entries this morning. That took me a while. Some of these old entries make me want to laugh, some make me want to cry. Ugh, nostalgic tears, the best and worst feeling all at the same time, if you get what I mean. But I've got just a few pages left, and this might be my last entry. I'll try to make things happy, just for the sake of happy endings. So much has happened in 6 years, after all it's such a long time. I've experienced grief, when my dad passed away. His heart was never too good, and it just gave out. (There goes my goal to keep things happy, but it's too late to cross everything out now.) The months after my dad left us were a dull, deep ache for my mom, brother, and I. It still is, actually. I feel guilty whenever I'm happy, because I feel like I should be grieving for Dad. I regret every time I was a bother to him, but there's no chance to apologize now. It hurts. On the other hand, Mom and brother and I took a trip to New York, New York. One word: spectacular. Breathtaking. Mind-opening. Oops, that was four, but you get the message. I think we all had fun, or at least as much fun you can have after the passing of a loved one. Mom had promised me at a young age that I would get to go to New York when I was older, and I guess I envisioned it a little differently - more shopping, more joy, less sightseeing. Don't get me wrong, I still went shopping - there were so many different trinkets and baubles that I couldn't resist. Because I'm older, I think I just got more inspiration out of my trip. We all got off the plane a little changed. After New York, brother asked out the girl he's liked forever. She said yes, to my great satisfaction and brother's relief. He owes me a Starbucks now, and he still hasn't payed it off. (Tip: never bet against me.) So, I'll be starting my senior year of high school this September, a little more sure of myself, tougher, and dare I say a little wiser and more careful. Mom and brother say I'm still as sassy as ever though. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't want to be bad, necessarily, but I can't stand being good and perfect either. Anyway, school will keep my brother and I plenty entertained, and as for Mom - my brother and I pooled up enough money to buy her a boxer puppy. It's a sweet little female, and she'll be ready to leave her home just in time for the beginning of the school year. Dang, this entry has been all over the place, but I'll try to close up with something inspirational. (Hopefully.) I found a building in New York that had "life's a party" spray-painted pink on a wall. Dunno why, but I really connected with it. Life is a party, and there are times when drinks spill and the chocolate fountain clogs up. But it doesn't stop for you, whether you like it or not. So let go, and get on the floor and dance. ❤
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[Solanum]

Ｎａｍｅ :
Adonis

Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ :
Solanum

The name takes its roots from Greek mythology.
Its meaning is “extremely good looking, handsome”.

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ :
Male

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If you're reading this then you're either my idiotic brother reading through my PRIVATE journals, or I'm reading back on it a little into the future... If the former, JEAN GET OUT OF MY THINGS. If the latter... I guess read on, though you know everything that happens anyway.

If you're none of the above... Then however you found it, I guess welcome to my journal? But I have no idea why you'd want to read. It won't exactly be that exciting. The name's Adonis. It’s probably on the front somewhere anyway… Some call me Donny, you can if you want, I really don't care to be honest. I'm a male Kiamara, and I have pink hair... You totally gasped, right? I know, it's absolutely shocking... Seriously, people actually think my hair colour has anything to do with anything? Nope. Doesn't make me a girl, never been teased for it... Not a big deal guys, wow. Anyway, going off on a bit of a tangent I guess. Won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not, you'll learn that about me pretty quick. Just turn the page already, read on, pry further into my private life.

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Ｊｏｕｒｎａｌ ｏｎｅ - ＂Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｌｉｏｎ＂ :

Age in story : 8 years
Mood : Reflective
Listening to : Two steps from hell soundtrack music

Heh, looks kinda petty looking back on it now, but isn't that how these things always go? Seems so important at the time, but on further reflection you realise how much of a child you really were being. Admittedly I was a child back then, so it is kinda understandable. Still, it's almost embarrassing. And for me that's saying something. I've done some pretty stupid things in my life so far, and I don't really intend to stop. Of course I never repeat a mistake, only real idiots do that, but that doesn't stop me from making whole new ones, eh? Know what I mean? Oh yeah, what I was going to talk about. Seriously, keep your fur on, I'm getting there. This was about my childhood, right. Shut it, I know I talk a bit... Don't need to keep telling me over and over, I know you're thinking it as you're reading. Anyways...

I was a pretty small kid... Definitely smaller than my brother, Jean, and he loved it... Being the bigger sibling must have been great, not that I’ll ever really know what it’s like, but I’ve grown out of it now. You see, we're both the controlling type, and were always wanting to come out on top in pretty much everything we were doing. Had to beat the other at the game we were playing, had to have the last word in that argument, you get the point. So there was this "the house wasn't big enough for the both of us" kind of deal, like the cowboys game you played when young. Of course he crushed any attempt for me to prove I was better than he was, and being just a small thing, I got a little disheartened... You know how young boys can be, always bickering and fighting amongst themselves. Don't know? Well, it's a pretty damn common thing.

Anyway, the actual story now you have the background. We liked the same girl. It was as simple as that. Or at least I liked this girl, sometimes I think he only did it just to spite me, but other times I find it hard to believe that. He's my brother after all... Family gotta look after each other, y'know? She was real cute, with the best kind of personality. Kind, caring, the usual. Jean and I had this massive row over it, woke the neighbours, parents had to split us up for the evening. I naturally got very upset over the whole thing, and I took it a little far, got myself grounded for it, leaving him to go out and ruin my chances at dating her, like you know... ever. Looking back at it, I don't even know if it was him or some of his friends... I never liked them much either. It was probably them just setting Jean up for this to take the fall. But yeah... Someone told her nasty things about me, and she never spoke to me again. All lies of course. Or, well, most of them anyway. Won’t tell you what was real and what was a lie, that would be cheating now wouldn’t it~ Embarrassed me a little, publicly mind you, in front of everyone. Got a bit of a reputation for myself. Didn't help that her actual jock boyfriend heard all about it and confronted me... Kinda knocked some of his teeth out, he wasn’t as tough as he seemed to think he was, there came the reputation. Detention, suspension, bad PR with my peers, or at least the ones that were friends with him which was most of them since he was the popular guy and I was not. You know the drill. Because of the row we had on the whole thing, I really blamed my brother for it all, and I think he took offence to that as we didn't talk much for at least the month following. Exact dates and such I can't remember, this was when we were just kids, but probably didn't help anything, eh? Not sure what actually happened, but someone said Jean tried to fix it all for me, but I was still blaming him for it all, and besides it wasn’t going to be fixed so there was little point.

The night of the incident though my mum caught me crying. She pulled me into her arms and told me a story. I’ll admit that it was really cute, and though I really wasn’t a mumma’s boy, don’t get me wrong… I loved her. She called me her "little lion" for my sandy pelt and "too big for my body" personality... Ego the size of the house she said, I think I have to agree. Though my, err, pink mane probably didn't scream masculinity. Oh well. I like it? I’m secure in my character, so why should I be concerned with what others think of me? Anyway… She told me a story of a lioness comforting her cub, just as she was comforting her little cub (me), telling him not to be afraid because one day all the beasts would bow to him, and rest a crown upon his head. He asked her, "Will I be strong and fierce like my father?" and she replied, "Yes, you will be strong and fierce just like your father. I will keep you safe. My love, I promise you." And then my mum tucked me into bed, kissed me on my head and let me sleep. I was her little lion, and she promised she'd keep me safe until my throne was secured, and I would finally make my father proud of me as I wanted him to be. So then it was really just to grow out my mane, metaphorically speaking of course. Be the lion I was on the inside.

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Age : 22 years
Mood : Chatty c;
Listening to : 30 seconds to Mars - This is war

Jean and I haven't spoken properly in god knows how long, but I think he’d be quite proud of me now, doing what I do. He’s still bigger than I am, I’m sure, but I don’t care any more. I’m a big shot now, and who needs to be big when you’ve got the power that comes with it, without all the extra fuss? When Jean and I both stopped living with the family we just went our separate ways really. It's pretty normal, we're no different from anyone else, despite the fact that we are slightly different appearance-wise, what with the sabres and so on. But hey, it was my general curiosity with my genetic mutation that got me where I am today. I work for Umbrella Corporation. On the legitimate side, I manipulate DNA in order to try and find a way of fixing those with genetic disorders. Sounds really nice, yeah? Well, I'd think again. Though some of the lesser scientists I work with have their proper research and their orthodox methods, mine are a little more extreme, to say the least. I'm deeper in the company than they are. Quite literally really, since I’m stationed underground the majority of the time. I'm their connection to the grisly stuff that goes on here, stuff they've only heard crude whispers about. It's pretty bad, but only if you're on the wrong end of it? I'm perfectly fine playing god on my end of this thing, the subjects are of little concern to me... I'm all for animal rights, don't get me wrong, but if it benefits our species isn't it worth the risk? Notice I said legitimate side earlier? Well this is why... The other side of the work that I do... well. Not so beneficial really. More for military use, or just the highest bidder really, once we've established our own power first. Genetic mutation is my game, and I'm bloody good at it I'll have you know. A little bit of this, a little bit of that... the right enzyme here, the correct codons there. Voilà~ Got yourself something new. Doesn't always work out, but what actually does work all the time, certainly not my co-workers... but sometimes, you just get those breakthroughs where you just can't help but be proud of yourself because all of your hard work has actually meant progression. Going on again aren't I... How about I give you an example of a common day for me? Would that clear it up a little?

First off, you'll need to know who Killian is... He's the guy I work with in the labs, well, the majority of the time anyway. We started off pretty awkward towards each other, rivalry mostly, almost like I had with my brother really so it was a little familiar... But yeah, he's an alright guy now. We understand each other, and we get along, though we just sometimes have those days where neither of us wants to communicate with the other... too much of a chore, I know. But can't be helped. I live underground, in the facility, and he doesn't. So the majority of our conversations are about things that are happening upstairs, if you know what I mean. Not literal stairs, obviously, that would be a pretty poor method of covering up a secret underground facility. Hey, where do these stairs go? Oh, nowhere... Someone just built some stairs to nowhere in the middle of this field. Yeah, not going to happen. Off track, sorry. Anyway, yes, Killian and I work together. We argue a little, sometimes, when we both want to try something different and am trying to convince the other to do it our way, but that’s normal really. Besides, we’re pretty evenly matched when it comes to that sort of thing, so it really depends on the strength of the idea in question. Fairs fair really. But in an actual fight he would really beat me up. Tried once, never again… I’m not crossing him if I can help it. Won’t tell you why, but yeah, there’s being close to your work, then there’s being your work, if you get what I’m hinting at?

On a typical day we’ll work side by side. He works on his things, I work on mine, we discuss and trade notes and suggestions where needed. It's not too bad really. He is in viral weaponry, BOWs and so on. Can't really tell you what that means, that would be a little unorthodox, but you get the picture. Bad ass guy, dangerous job. Great hair, much like mine, though blue like my brother's. Not that I'd compare them, Killian I can get along with, most of the time, Jean... We have our differences of opinion, not to mention that my work is classified within my rank (and those higher than me) within the company anyway. So I wouldn’t be able to tell Jean anything that I do. And I live underground… Can’t forget that, though I think I’ve already said that, didn’t I? Well, just reinforcing the thought. I live underground. You can’t even imagine how weird that is… Though my boss did try and adjust it for us so that we don’t suffer because of it. That really would not benefit him. He needs us at the top of our game every day. They say that living up top would be too distracting, and yet Killian is allowed to live up there. He seems to work fine? So it does seem a little unfair, but hey, Killian lets me sneak up there sometimes so no harm done. It’s just good to get some fresh air and see the sky sometimes.

So I'm working on the genetic side of it... Blood samples everywhere, no joke. All over the sides, just racks and racks of them… Looking at the natural mutations that occur in the cellular structure, then replicating that myself through the use of chemicals. May be useless at that moment in time because I have the original in front of me in order to successfully replicate, but if I learn how to recreate these things then I can combine mutations to get the correct sequence that I'm looking for. After all, everything is made up of proteins, so if you learn how to manipulate the structures of the proteins to create the particular ones you want then you can do whatever you want with them. Could end up being the cure to some really dangerous infectious disease, or become the disease... you never really know with these things. What benefits and risks you're taking when mixing things is never really all that clear, but hey, someone has to do it or you'll never know. Of course I'm safe at all times. Umbrella keeps us under strict health and safety regulations. Their own of course, not some silly board run by the Government. We have an internal system. You really think we want Government monkeys running around our labs, looking at everything we're doing and reporting back to their bosses? That is the complete opposite to what we want. But yeah, don’t worry. It’s safe enough. Have the occasional accident but it’s dealt with smoothly, usually… There was that one time that there were casualties, but we don’t like to mention that one. Don’t want to jinx anything.

I will generally spend several hours at a time working on the same thing, pretty fixated on it. Won’t eat, won’t drink, no breaks for the bathroom or things like that… Although after those hours I do generally need to have a small break simply to rest my eyes. It does put a lot of stress on them if they’re expected to do so much on such a small scale. Looking through microscopes all the time really does do a number on your focus perception. Puts it a bit out of whack if you use them for too long, then you need to rest. Close your eyes for a little bit… Killian usually joins me on the breaks, and we’ll have a quick chat, maybe grab a little something to eat, but our conversations will usually go back to what we were doing. Just so the time isn’t completely wasted, I guess? Still working, just not physically. All the work during the break is mental, coming up with what to do next, what to try if that previous test hadn’t worked the way I had been hoping, how to combine two proteins that were being stubborn… Work work work, always working. But thinking on it now, out of my work environment, I’d miss it if I was given an easier job. And I’d be bored if I never got this one. I really love it here. I love the environment, even if I need to get out of it on occasion for some air that hasn’t been recycled; I love my colleagues, yes even Killian when he’s not being an ass; and I love my work. There are just so many possibilities out there, and I’ve been given the tools to find out what everything does. Who could ask for better, eh?

Well, I should probably leave this here… Before I go on even more, and end up talking about something I really shouldn’t be talking about. I’m pushing the line here a bit anyway, so just don’t tell anyone, okay? I’ll trust you, for now, but yeah, tell anyone and I’ll find you. Don’t think I won’t. Because I’d get in a lot of trouble for this if someone told.
Anyways, bye for now. See you in the next journal entry maybe, if I continue writing? Probably will, but I like the suspense, almost makes it exciting? Bye?

Yes that is a Game of Thrones reference to anyone that knows it ^^ Deadline April 6th, and it comes back April 6th so... why not? c:

[bullie]

Name: Keyla
Gender: Female
Journal Entry1:
Journal Entry2:

[dogish]

don't let the tears of today, get in the way of tomorrow.

Name:
スミロドン/Sumirodon.
Sumirodon actually means 'smilodon' in japanese.
Smilodon is the full name of the 'Sabre/Saber-Toothed Tiger' back in the prehistoric ages.

Gender:
male

Journal Entry1:
march 16th, 1967

why?
why was I born with these teeth?
these sharp teeth.
creatures are scared of me.
they think I'll 'tear them to shreds'
they are scared I will harm them.
they think I'm a punk for my hair.
they don't chose to see past these difficulties I can't help.
I just need to embrace them and keep moving forward.

Journal Entry2:
june 10th, 1978

all but one.
one creature understands me.
they love me.
they see past the sharp-toothed smirk of mine.
they love me for me.
each night that I cry out to the moon, he is there, right along side me to cheer me up.
keep me from the tears of tomorrow emerging.
he makes the skies blue when the world is shut out with darkness and rain.
he brings butterflies to my winter.
he brings the life in my death.
he is my everything.
he is.
my brother.

pick up your head, princess, your tiara is falling.

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Meet her
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~A fairy tale~

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{ NAME }
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Female ♀

Born March Twenty-Fourth Nineteen-Ninety-four

Ten years later...

You built up a world of magic, because your life is tragic.

March Fourth Two-Thousand and Four

I have never used one of these things before....geesh I think I got this when I was like five....Aye. Well I have heard its a good way to let anger out so here goes nothing....
Twenty days before my tenth birthday and Jean goes and pulls another dumb stunt. It's not my fault he got mother's genes and got blue hair instead of daddy's natural color. Just because I got daddy's perfect natural genes, he goes a dyes my hair pink......of all the colors PINK... *sigh* he owes me big time because not only did he dye my hair pink but in the process he spilled the pink dye in little dots all over my lower back and tail......Mom says she's not even sure my hair will ever be its original creamy brown color nor if the dots will come out of my beautiful coat.... Mom said he has to do all of my chores for the next year.
Though I do feel bad.....Jean has always been nice to me and cares for me and never goes to far with his pranks, unlike this time. He says the color brings out my eyes more and its a really nice look, but ugh I don't know.
Moms calling for dinner, guess I should go strut my ugly pink hair.

March Sixteenth Two-Thousand and Four

I'm terrible at keeping up with this thing...geesh....anywho the pink hair has kind of grown on me....I'm actually thinking about dyeing some dark reddish streaks though it to break up the pink. Yea. That'd be nice. I'm still mad at my brother and I told him he better to make it up to me on my birthday or I won't talk to him for two months, I think that scarred him. Well its getting late, I'll try to remember to write in this tomorrow....maybe if I remember.

March Twenty-Fourth Two-Thousand and Four

Oops forgot about this journal again hahaha. Well today was the day! My tenth birthday and it was the best. ♥ My brother got me a puppy for my birthday! I forgive him times a million ♥ I named her Chirstabella and she's so cute and chubby! Gosh I can't believe he got me this amazing gift. I also got some beautiful creamy leg warmers and a creamy knit beanie from my wonderful parents. I also dyed some pretty red streaks throughout my hair and have started styling it differently to give me not only a diferent color that fits but a sweet look too.
Best. Birthday day. EVER.

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Twenty years later...

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"Your never to old for FaIrY tAlEs!"
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March Second Two-Thousand and Fourteen

Wow twenty years does fly...It feels like just yesterday I started writing in this. Can't believe I forgot about it...aye.
Not much has changed, Chirstabella's passed but I kept one of her puppies, Max who not only has his moms color and eyes but also her adorable chubbiness. ♥ Mom and dad passed a few years back and Jean and I still talk a lot and see each other often, though I don't regret him dyeing my hair, it fits me a lot better then it use to. We are going out for coffee in a few, guess I better get ready. I'll think about writing more later. Byee

March Twenty-Fourth Two-Thousand and Fourteen

Well I think this is the last time I will probably write in this thing, looking back was fun and all but I never kept up with it. I'm sure it would have been even more interesting if I actually kept up with it.
Anywho today marks my twentieth birthday! Of course I still share it with Jean but we don't really share a house so we have our own parties then usually go out to dinner together afterwards. That's always fun. I need to go call him and wish him a happy birthday then set up and wait for everyone to arrive. I can't wait for tonight! Wish me luck little empty journal, maybe I will write in you some more some day! ♥

Edit;; Enhance experience. I am madly in love with this little fairy tale. <3
Edit two;; Copied the wrong song sorry!
Edit three;; Did not know that I couldn't use font meme, sorry.
Edit four;; Pretty it up a little more <3

[Marigold]

When she was very little, Kaziloolu had a fascination of kazoos,
so know you know what her parents were thinking when they named her.

Today, I woke up feeling crabby.. I wished SO hard for a snow day. Nope. Just a dark, ugly, gray sky, seeming to want to let rain through. There is an advisory for snow at some point. I just hope it snows enough for me to play in.

It snowed! It really snowed! For 7-9 hours, if I may add. And, surprisingly, NONE of it stuck. The ground was wet, so.

Today was misgivingly sunny. I never knew how cold wind could be, blasting straight into your face. School was long, long, long.. and at home I had hot coco and watched a movie.. and was bored. So basically I had a very boring day.

[lost in time.]

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C O R A

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N a m e
This gorgeous saber kia would be named Cora, a name of greek origin meaning maiden. I picked it to be short and spunky to fit her appearance though a little darker sounding to fit the personality I plan to give her.

G e n d e r
Most definitely female though she may be a bit of a tomboy.

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1st Entry from when she was about 13

Friends, why would I need friends? They just lie, gossip, leave you out, judge you and worst of all, tell your secrets. I mean, I liked having people to hang out with but I guess if they're not real friends they're just a waste of my time. Wait, what am I saying? I only lost my friends yesterday.

Why you ask, dear diary? I told them my secrets and they told them all to everybody. I guess I just trust too easily and then again, maybe they weren't my real friends. Everybody seems to love me though not even I know why because I just moved here and I'm not exactly the most likeable person once you get to know me. I guess I just fit in quickly. Reflecting upon this, maybe they were just befriending me to get close to everybody else or perhaps gain a "popularity status". I really can't know, can I?

What's my secret you ask? The usual, I liked someone and they told them. I mean, I'm usually one to flirt with boys, not that I really like any of them, but when it comes to the girls I like I just break down into nervous sweating. I liked one of the girls I know and these people, my so-called "friends" just had to go and blab to her. I was nervous around her before but now I'm just plain awkward.

The only other person I told my brother and I know he would never tell. I would trust him with my life and we also have a pact not to lie to each other so I kind of had to tell him once he asked. He said my little crush was obvious, can you believe that? Okay... well, maybe it was a little but it's not like she knew until my "friends" mentioned it. At least when I told him, my brother didn't tell anybody... I didn't even ask him to keep it a secret.

To make a long story short, I sort of freaked out at my friends and I guess they just decided to ditch me after that. Maybe they didn't want to deal with me but I don't think that's the case. I don't even think they wanted to be friends in the first place. I think they just wanted me for my status not for who I really was.

I honestly think I'll have to get some new friends which won't be easy with my somewhat arrogant attitude -I know, I usually wouldn't say that but I guess I'm just unhappy enough to admit that right now. Ugh, this is just waaay too much drama for me. I want it to go back to the way it used to be when I still had friends. I love my brother but I don't think I'll be able to survive with him as my only friend.

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Entry 2 -Now, 5 years later.

Isn't the saying "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"? I suppose that's just not true for me. I've been having troubles finding friends since 5 years ago. I don't know how you can just not get along with people for 5 whole years. I'm getting seriously lonely at this point.

My personality just seems to drive away everyone I meet. Maybe I come off a bit too cold towards people? I guess that small, almost ridiculous, incident when I was 13 has damaged me permanently... although, that kind of thing has happened to me more than once. All I know is that I certainly don't trust as easy as I used to.

I should probably try to fix my trust issues, even my brother says so but at this point, it's kind of become part of who I am. I just don't want to be hurt again and again. I seem to push away everyone I have any chance of getting to know but I guess they won't get to know me unless I open up to them.

It's raining outside right now. Mother nature seems to know exactly how I'm feeling. I don't want to worry my brother anymore. I just want somebody to talk to...

Maybe someday, someone will push hard enough to break down my walls. I've built them up so high and nobody will know the real me until they really try to get to know me. If they bother, they'll meet the brighter, fun, witty, sarcastic, maybe flirty, somewhat arrogant side of me that my brother has come to love as we got older. Maybe they'll love it too, but until then I guess I'll just be lonely. For now, I just have to accept that no one wants me for me.
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[PaintLily]

Dear Diary,

No one will play with me, they're all afraid of my because of my saber teeth. For some reason they still play with my brother, even though he has saber teeth as well, I don't get it, why does everyone ignore me? Okay, maybe not everyone, but close enough. I can't live like this anymore, I'm running away! Oh, don't worry, I'll bring you along, but from now on I'm gonna call you my journal, since I'm gonna be on my own I have to be mature, and diaries are childish! Oh, uh, no offense though. Okay, Now I'll need a list of things to bring:

1. My Journal
2. Pencils
3. Five apples, four oranges, and three pears
4. A gallon of water

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(Meaning*: Dread)
(*Note: I made all of this up)

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