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Hey. I'm Jenette. And I have something to tell you. Everybody has a story; some may have big ones, some may have small ones. As for me, I have a huge one. But first I should explain a few things. This is what my "Jenette Form" looks like:
When I was little, I looked like this:
And then my true form looks like this:
But then I was changed (I'll have to tell you about that later) and I looked like this:
And after that I changed into the real me.
Yes, I'm an angel. But that's not why I'm writing this. Let me explain some more. This thing that I am writing in now is my journal. And no, I will not name my journal (like someone I know of), because.... it's a journal. I don't think it needs a name. But then again, that's just me. Anyway, this journal my dad gave me when I was small. You see, my dad had taken me away from my mom when I was about 5 years old..... And so I shall start my story from there.
My eyes fluttered open. Where was I? What was going on? Suddenly (out of nowhere) a voice spoke (it's words will be in a tangerine color).
It's okay.
I sat up abruptly and turned around.
It's okay, Jen.
Oh, it's you, Daddy. What's going on? Where am I? Where's Mommy?
My dad stepped out of the shadows and toward me. I was laying on a bed. I had been sleeping.
Shh, it's alright. There's been a bit of.... trouble between Mommy and me. You're safe here, though. Don't you worry.
What about Amy and Jessy and Brent? And my stuff?
Don't worry..... I think your sisters and brother are safe. And as for your toys, some of it is in the corner right now.
There was quietness.
Daddy?
Yes?
What happened last night?
Last night. I remembered it well. My dad telling me to run, me jumping out the window with a few of my things, and then my dad running away with me. I also remembered feeling dizzy while we were running, and then blackness.
Something that you should just forget about.
How did I get here?
I brought you here so that you could stay safe. You.... blacked out in the middle of the street last night, and I had to carry you here.
Oh..... sorry for blacking out.
My dad slightly smiled.
It's not your fault, Sweetie. None of this is. Just.... try to listen to me, okay?
Yes, Daddy.
Alright, now are you ready for some breakfast?
Oh, yes! I'm starving!
My dad smiled and helped me out of bed. As soon as I put my paws on the floor I yelped in pain and jumped back onto my bed.
Sorry. I forgot to tell you. You hurt your foot while we were running. I got some crutches, though.
I looked at my foot that had hurt when I put pressure on it and it was red. There was something in it, though. It looked almost like a smallish rock.
My dad handed me the crutches and I started to walk on them, making sure not to walk on my bad foot.
Follow me to the kitchen and I'll get you some pancakes.
My dad led me through a hallway and into a large kitchen. No, not large. HUGE! The cielings went up to at least fifty feet. And there was a huge fridge, stove, and cabinets!
Woah!
Pretty big, huh?
It's HUGE!
My dad smiled and patted my head.
Alright, I'll get some pancakes ready for you in a jiffy.
I smiled and used my crutches to walk over to a table surrounded by chairs. I sat on one of the chairs and leaned my crutches against the table. Suddenly, a sharp pain coursed throughout my bad foot, and I grimaced.
You okay?
My dad turned from the stove and looked over at me. He had obviuosly noticed that I was in pain. I rubbed my bad foot.
I don't know. My foot really hurts.
How bad?
I don't know. It feels pretty-
I lifted my hand up from rubbing my foot and let ot a shreek. Blood was all over my hand.... and was coming out of my foot. I saw the blood pouring out of my foot. My dad ran to me and put a wet cloth on where the bleeding was. But it didn't stop. The cloth was soon soaked up with my blood, and I began to feel dizzy.
Daddy, I don't feel too good.
My dad didn't respond, but instead looked around frantically. He picked up his dog-phone and dialed a three didget number.
Hello?! Is this 9-1-1?!
And after that I didn't hear anything, because I blacked out.
