2/13/06
Who am I? Well I won't tell you who I am but I will tell you what I am. I am a Chosen One. I guess you could consider it religious right, except I can't walk on water. So yeah; that kind of sucks. But I have other stuff. But lets start a few weeks ago when I played the game I didn't want to play; killing for the second best.
It was a nice cool day in the city of Baton Rouge, Louisianna. I won't say where exactly in the city I live in, but it's a nice place. I just got out of school for that Wednesday. Oh yeah did I forget to say I'm a Hurricane Katrina survivor? Well not exactly... I was on vacation but I lived in New Orleans. So that makes me a survivor; I guess.
Anyways back to the serious point. You see my parents had a rocky life and so they were both sent to jail and I was taken in by a close friend. Her name is Mari Leon. She's a nice lady, though she wishes that I was a bit girlier... Though she isn't so girly either, actually forget that. She has dirty blonde hair to my reddish messy hair. I have some freckles and she has none. Though I think my freckles are a turn on, or they could be. So we live in this apartment on the 4th floor of a 7 floor building. The apartment is really spacious and has 6 huge rooms (Including bathroom and kitchen). Everything's all nice and modern. The house is really filled with artifacts and paintings that Mari says she collects. Though I'm not sure if collecting large axes are a safe thing. Oh, did I mention that she has a part time job at a local museum as well working at the local high school as an english teacher.
So everyday after school she usually doesn't come home till 4-5 since she has to do other teacher stuff. Though I'm not sure exactly what that is... But I do know that she doesn't stay after school all the times; it's usually Wednesday and Monday. She works her museum shift as an importer I think? Or she orders the things and sends/puts them into the right display areas. I'm not sure. On those museum shifts, she usually works them early in the morning on Saturday and sometimes Sunday. Usually she does do some of her museum work at home, but she doesn't have too.
Okay so I took a nap, and it was comfy. I woke up and she wasn't there. Being a worried b***h I decided to call her. She didn't pick up. So I waited and I waited. Then I decided to look for her. The museum was closed; who knew? Some how I got lost in a grave yard....? I don't know how but apparently a grave yard was just several blocks away from the museum and something told me she was there.
So who knew I was right.
Yeah so I killed a vampire.
Pushed down the hill with a stake. Did some cool move, snapped the dudes neck with my legs. He got back up, punched me. Didn't hurt as much as it looked. Then I staked him. He umm... poofed. Into dust. I coughed. And now we're driving back home in silence....
Oh and apparently I'm a vampire slayer.
And now I'm given a journal to right about today.
So yeah....
This is a WTF moment...
Those who don't know what WTF is in the future it means;
What The ********
Or What the Fudge.
If either of these words don't exist in the future then just think of it as a bad thing...
