I really need to get some work done on my book – but since I haven’t today, I think I might as well mention that my little sister graduated from eighth grade tonight. It was amazing. She is so gorgeous. I only wish that my father would have permitted her to hug Sarah and I, or at least speak to us. How I miss her so, and my other little brothers and sisters. One day.
If it wasn’t for Brandy, I may not have ever started writing, or at least I wouldn’t have started so young. When I was eight and she was five, I wanted to frighten her during naptime, so I composed my first poem by the title of “Monsters.” I still have not forgotten it, and never will. My mother overheard me reciting it to my sister, and praised me for my skill. Since then, I could always be found with a pencil and a sheet of paper. I wish I could be found with one now, but the most recent bit of my book is on Sarah’s computer, and she is playing The Sims right now, so I can’t get the darn file. Else, I’d be working on Chapter XI right now.
I did dream about my book last night, though. Well, it was mostly about my book. Leben was there, but Sarah was Argent and I was Whisker. Sarah had Feoras and I was supposed to meet her at Subway, at the address of 1800, where we would escape to UC Davis college. Oh, and Xavier wasn’t the Stone of Virtue, some Davis student named Cecile Fernado was instead. She had gone missing from the school. My father was some bad guy who was trying to destroy the world. Oh, and I’m not sure how he fit it, but John Waite was there too. But he wasn’t a singer, he was a ventriloquist…and he accidently shot his brother. I gotta stop eating Cap’n Crunch before bed….
Sarah just threw a gumball at me…
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