[nila_]

J o u r n a l E n t r y 2:

N a m e: Casimir
The name Casimir is of
Slavic origin and means
"destroyer of the peace."
I wanted a name that meant
something, but at the same
time, the name Casimir
was just too perfect for
him. I couldn't see Cas as
anything but happy, so I
decided to take the name
and use it as the exact
opposite of him. Cas only
wants peace and happiness,
not destruction.

G e n d e r: Male
I can see where someone
might want Cas to be a female,
and that's cool. But I see a
smexy male kiamara
through my eyes.

J o u r n a l E n t r y 1:
I'm Casimir, and I'm
a princess! No no,
I'm not a prince, I'm a real
live princess! My classmates
make fun of me for it...but
I don't care, they are just jealous!
At least, that's what my
brother says. My brother is the
most smartastical kiamara
I know! He's the only one
who understands that I'm
a princess.

Today a girl came up to me
and pushed me down on
the playground. I gave her a hug,
because someone that mean
probably is mean because no one
is nice to them. She was so
surprised! I skipped away and
picked flowers so I could make
a flower crown.

Later, the same girl came
up to me and gave me a piece
of gum. She called it 'A.B.C.' gum.
Isn't that just so nice! I knew
being nice to her would pay off.
Good job me!
Changing hearts, one bully at a
time.

It reminds me of the time a boy
tripped me. It was the day I brought
my princess dress to school. I
gave him a hug, and he told me he
was going to give me a corn dog!
Unfortunately the teacher intervened...
I never got my corn dog );

[Koujaku;]

I thought you weren't allowed to mark.

[nila_]

I'm sorry I'll fix that >w<

[bsktcase]

Name: Diego
Gender: Female
Journal Entry1:
Dear Notebook,
Why is Elementary so easy?
I mean no one said I was a freak.
I no one said I looked like a boy.
Me and Jean where closer, like best friends.
Now they say my saber teeth are not right. Not suited for a girl, only suited for a boy like Jean.
They say the style of my hair is boy hair. They say my fur is more boyish then girlish.
Why don't they do this to Jean, only I?
Jean never even stands up for me!
None of my old friends want to be with me. They call me a freak now too.
I'm not aloud to go to school anymore either. I punched a kid... They got me so worked up!
Now Mom and Dad are sending me over seas for the rest of my sixth grade year. Plus its forever.
They don't want me to hurt Jean.... I would never....
Journal Entry2: Notes for this one:
-Will talk about his old and new friends in it
-Have a little bit of his brother in it
-Where he lives
-How his life is

[Koujaku;]

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I named them Linnea, after the pink flower. Linnea is genderfluid, which means at times they feel more female, and at times they feel more male. She doesn't mind what pronoun you use, however.
Note: the journal entries are in anthro form.

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█ This diary is owned by Linnea. If you find this, please return it to me. Thank you. █

today I met some off my friends at the park it was really fun
and I had a good time. I found this diary and i decided to
strat staret start writing in
it i hope i actually keep riting in it!! anyways today i ate some
yummy food and it was rally good and delishus. sorry diary
i'm not the best at spelling yet i don't know how to spell deleshis.

i had a good day toDay but some of the kids at the pak teased
me for having pink hair.......... it made me kind a sad but i
didn't let it hurt my day :) :) my brother was really nice and
said to not listen to them and told them to stop. he's really
nice but kinda protetcive over me hehe. he's the best
brother in the whole wide world

also i am teaching myself to draw and
i think i am doing okay at it. my brother is much better than i am
right now, but i will get better just wait!
cute i just wAnt to hug them all :) anywys diary i have to stop
writing now or i will get writing cramps, bye!
love linnie

█ 47 entries later, present day. █


So much has changed since my last entry, even
though it was a only few days ago. My brother came back.
I know, I didn't think he would, but he did. Even after all the
fighting that him and I have been having, after what I had
said to him, he came back. I apologized, and we hugged and
made up, and then we proceeded to watch dumb comedies on
TV.

Mom and Dad, they welcomed him back. I think they think he
needs to move out. I don't want my brother to go. I need him.
He's really the only one who understands me, understands who
I really am. I don't know, I just don't want him to leave me.
I like watching TV with him. I like having art competitions.
I don't want that to end. Talking about this stuff is scaring me.

I guess I'm just the type of person who doesn't really like change.
Oh well. Well, diary, it seems I must bring this book to a close.
I've reached the last page, and it's almost entirely full. But that
doesn't mean everything will end, I suppose. It just means
that I need to turn to a new chapter in my life. Continue on.
This isn't the end. I'm almost eighteen. This is the new chapter
of my life, and I will enjoy that. Goodbye dear friend.
Love, Linnie.

[kibbleeCat]

name • Rome
gender • female

childhood journal entry •
Ugh, I have to be the line leader today. It's my turn because the teacher picked me. I don't like being line leader because everybody is always crowding around me and annoying me. It's annoying. And my friends can't be line leaders with me. Why does life suck so much? That weirdo was actually talking to me. I can't believe she thinks she's my friend. Oh well, at least I got to boss everybody around!! And some new kid asked why I was named after a place, and I called him a bad word. I kinda felt bad, but whatever. The principal loves me, so I won't get in trouble. And anyway, his name was worse! It was Herbert. I mean seriously, what are you, seventy? Today was good and bad, and weird.

recent journal entry •
Somebody actually tried to talk to me today. That hasn't happened in about a year. I mean seriously, am I really that approachable? No. Why would somebody talk to me? I don't care if he was a new employee, they should know not to talk to me. I'm there everyday, they know. Then he just starts a conversation? And what do I do? I roll my eyes and walk away. That's what happens when people talk to me. Just a little warning to anyone who tries to. And that's the least I could do, darling, so watch out.

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Journal Entry1:
october 5th 2007
Ugh... today was my first day of 5th grade in a new school. Boy how muuch I hated it. There where were alot of very mean girls. I was just trying to get to know them! The next thing they were doing is speadding roomers around about my big teeth. The only nice thing that happened today was that a nice boy helped me pick up my books off the floor and deffended me. My brother thought I liked the boy and told him to back off. I hated him for that! At least he told those girls off. This is the reeson why I love my brother. Mrs. Smith yelled at me today for doodling in my notebook. I felt like I wanted to cry in the middle of a lessin. Instead of Bigfoot everyone kept calling me BigTeeth. Some people thought I was pozzesed or something. I love that new song Brave. It taught me today not to listen to all those bullies out there. It taught me to be myself. Ugh i have to finish my homework... Hate homework!



Journal Entry2:
March 10th, 2014

While cleaning out my book bag, I found my old diary! Now that im re reading this... I spelt bad... Anyways time for a recap! Well I am in 12th grade now. Have a boyfriend...will talk about that later... and My older brother is in Jail...yep believe it? Jail... He has been doing a lot of crime lately and stole a lot of money from Hunkey's Burger Bar. He is in jail now for almost a year and will be for the next 3 years. Anyways... I got my collage results back AND I GOT ACCEPTED INTO ONE OF THE TOP SCHOOOLS!!! AHHHH I am so excited to go to Cornell! I heard only 10 people got into it...and i'm one of them!! Oh yea that boyfriend... Remember the kid in my last entry I was talking about? Yeah... Were dating! He got into the same collage as me!! We both are big nerds. No one ever teases me anyomre about my teeth! It seems they got used to it!
Well I will see you in 40 years When I find it in some dusty shelf...Don't worry i'm kidding! Maybe I'm not... who knows!


PLEASE DO NOT STEAL ANY OF MY IDEAS!!!

[ShammySlyvmin]

❝ AMBROSIA ❞
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•Username;;
___"Hello my name is Shammy Slyvmin but please call me Shammy or Sham for short," a timid young girl who looked to be in her teen years says to you.
The girl outstretches an arm towards a wolf like creature standing next to her with a laptop open in front of it.
With a smile she tells you, "This is my best friend and sister Almond."

•Kia's Name/Gender;;
___The wolf like creature focuses her attention on you.
"Oh hi there, my name's Ambrosia but my friends all call me Almond and yes I am a female kiamara who can speak. You must be here to read part of my biography, yes?," Ambrosia says to you with enthusiasm shining in her bright pink eyes.
"Well look no further my work is all here!" she chirped, nudging forward the laptop towards you and points her paw at the screen.
She explains to you, "The first entry is a childhood memory and the second is a more resent memory of my life."

•Journal Entry #1;;
___March 20, 2014

Hello to those who are reading my words. This is a memory of my childhood which meant the world to me and it might not mean much to many out in the world but I do hope to at least touch a few hearts.
My name is Ambrosia which my parents whom I never gotten to meet gave to me. You see I was born a orphan but it never bothered me since now I have a family and sister. The day they found me was the day I was about to be changed to yet another foster home, making it the forth home I've been to at the age of seven.
You might wonder why I was moved around so much. Well it would be due to my habit not really listening to warnings and trying to help in the kitchen. I've always loved the kitchen and anything to do with baking, which is funny really because my name means the food of gods and it is also a kind of dessert.
So me being a curious young kiamara left alone in a kitchen might have not been the best of ideas. It also always seemed to be around the time my foster parents left me alone and when they came back the kitchen would be full of black smoke. There would be a fine layer of flour all over the floors and kitchen counter tops as well as my fur. Egg yokes would be smeared on my paws leaving behind paw prints and lets not forget the black crispy mess left in the oven. Let's say none of my foster parents were happy about that and I would get sent off.
When I arrived to my forth home it felt different already, well because this time I had a sibling. She is a girl around my age so this time when I went to attempt cooking again I had a helper. But like the last three times it ended up as a disaster and I was frightened but unlike the last few times I had someone to support me. When mom and dad came home my sister tried to take the blame for me but I couldn't let her get in trouble for what I did, no way! So I told them the truth and to my surprise they laughed, yes they just laughed it off. I was dumbstruck, I expected a lecture or even being told to clean up and then a phone call to the agency but all they did was laugh. And if that wasn't strange enough they all helped me clean up the mess and then mom told me she would love to help me bake. From that day got my nickname, Almond. It was from the burnt almond cupcakes me and my sister attempted to make.
This memory always stuck out the most from my childhood, the memory of becoming a part of a family. But I will admit I do have a biological older brother but...I'm not sure where he went but before we were separated we swapped our feathers. At least I have a piece of him to remember him by and he has a piece of me to remember me by. Since we were separated at a pretty young age so I don't know much about him. All I do know is of my new mom, dad, and sister.

•Journal Entry #2;;
___March 22, 2014

This memory is from not so long ago. In fact I would say it's been a month since this event took place in my life.
You know how most sisters are at times towards one another. Life is not always butterflies and rainbows. We tend to have a few storm clouds fly by. I went over to Shammy's room to borrow her laptop without asking her, well I normally would ask her but this time she wasn't around. So instead of waiting for her to return I just borrowed her laptop and started to use it.
Normally i have no problem typing since I would use my claws to type and a mouse attached to the laptop. Today as I was typing my claw got caught on one of the keys, in panic I tugged my paw back and the key popped clean out of the keyboard. At that moment my face would have reminded people of "The Scream" painted by Edvard Munch. For the next hour I tried to reattach the key back to the keyboard but due to a lack of fingers or opposable thumbs which I cursed. Then the sound of the door shutting and my sister's voice calling out that she is home make my heart pause for a second. Without really thinking I shoved the removed keys under her bed and quickly left her room and into my room.
I heard my sister enter her room and then silence. I waited for a few minutes and nearly jumped out of my skin at the knock on my door. Being frightened I stayed quiet so Shammy walked into my room with a pretty upset look on her face and she asked me if I touched her laptop.
For a moment I thought about lying because I was afraid of her being mad at me but I remembered what mom and dad once told me. It's better to tell the truth and face the consequences then to let it boil up only to erupt like a volcano. So I took in a deep breath and started to ramble a long explanation. After three minutes of me rambling Shammy stopped me and told me that she forgave me just like that but she then also told me that next time I should wait for the person to ask them because if she was with me she could have helped me with the laptop. I felt like crying, she didn't even raise her voice or throw a fit. She just calmly forgave me, in a way at that time it felt like it would have been better if she showed some anger towards me so I wouldn't feel so guilty but now I understood why she didn't. She valued our friendship and family relationship. So in a way to apologize to her I told her where I hid the missing keys and offered to bake her something she liked, with her help of course.
That is why I try to never lie to anyone and if I accidentally ever hurt someone's feelings I would make peace offerings based on sweets for them.

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[Paper.dragonflies]

Name:
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Journal Entry2:

Reserve ;u;

[malefactor]

Name: madeline
Gender: female
Journal Entry1: spelling of a child, please excuse

Dear nibbles,
Papa and I went to the museoum (I think that is how you spell it) today. We saw a elephant and it was bigger that papa! I named him fant cause he has a long trunk. I also saw a kat that look like me! Papa say it was a sabartoof tigger. It was cool. But when we were near the butterflyes, I didn't hear papa call me and I got lost. I was really skared. I started to cry and cry, and a pretty lady came and holded my hand and I stoped crying. Papa was waitng for me at the place with the cops. They gave me a lollie and papa was crying. I think it was cause he didn't get one.

Love
Madeline

Journal entry number two:
I can't believe I still write in you. I feel stupid. You are stupid, but it is a better alternative to punching something, so eh, why not. Yeah so the invention I told you about, you know the artificial butterfly watching bush? That failed. I feel horrible. I am returning home. Papa sounds sick, and I am worried. Maybe me coming back will cheer him up. Maybe things will get better. I hate the city. Butterflies are never there, so what's the point. I mean, everybody judges you, even if you did your hardest to fit in. I mean my teeth, I hate them. I have no friends, no money and no life. All I have is papa and you. Bit you are stupid. You absorb my life and you can't give advice. Ugh, things suck
Madeline