I'm so bored, I've decided to get out an old notebook thing Mum gave me a few weeks ago. She told me to 'Keep track of exciting personal events.' or something like that. But, up until now, it's been sat on my shelf collecting dust. Oh yeah, my name, I forgot to tell you my name. It's Lydita. Make fun and I'll sick Jada on youuuuu. Uggh, now I'm referring to a journal as a real object! Anyway, here's my (criminally) insane family. And Jada. She's my best friend, well, one of them. But I'll keep the other to myself for now. Oh, I myself well tell you. You're not a real person who'll go blabbing to everyone.
Or are you? o.o
Man, I get so distracted!
This would be me. Obviously. I am extremely ugly, so, no jokes.
This is Jada. She accidentally knocked a shelf of paints, glue and glitter over in a supermarket a few years back, and couldn't wash the stuff off. Originally, she was a faded sorta brown colour. We like her better this way. She's a total tomboy and likes to punch, kick and bite anything that blinks the wrong way at her, or calls her fur 'girly'. Watch out.
This is my mystery friend. His name is Digit, and he's like, some kind of jungle boy, taken away at birth to have a chance at 'normal life'. However, I give you a warning now.
WE ARE NOT NORMAL!
So poor Digit has an extremely odd life. With two girls for friends. Does he care? Not at all! He's a leetle girly himself, so, he's all good. He hardly speaks and he's good at hacking, and computers and technology and stuff, so he's handy for phone and gadget emergencies. Anyway. Back to me and my weird family.
That, is my mum, Isla. She is very strict, but says she's just trying to be a good mum blahblahblah....
You get the picture.
This is my dad, Armageddon. Yes, that's actually a word. Anyone who doesn't call him dad, just calls him Army. Because he was actually in it. He's not much nicer than Mum.
Now you have the basics, I shall leave you for now.
Farewell, small stupid object.
For now, I leave you.
Signed Lydiee.
