Part 3!
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I know I haven't written in this in a while. But what do te expect
from a 10-year-old boy who is stuck on the streets? Wait... has it
really been 12 whole days? Jeez, I need to find a place to stay.
I've already had quite a few encounters with some....gang members? I'm not sure. I know that they WEREN'T nice. AT ALL.
I was just walking around, minding my own business, when all of a sudden...
"Well, hello there little boy." A scary-looking teenage guy detto to me. I tried to keep walking, but he had friends. "Are te lost?" it was like he was mocking me, o something.
I just said, "Actually, y-yes. I am." He had brown hair that was kinda messed up, and he had tattered clothing.
He laughed.
He LAUGHED. His friends, who kinda looked like him, laughed too. I didn't understand what was so funny, so I was very confused.
Then, the journal I had, caught his eye. "Oh, LOOK! He has his own DIARY!" And laughed even more. He took it away from me, and stuck it at a very high hight. "Hey! P-please give it back! I-it isn't yours!" I pleaded.
It didn't work.
Oh, crap I see someone chasing after me. Good-
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That was part 3 everyone! Please give feedback!
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I know I haven't written in this in a while. But what do te expect
from a 10-year-old boy who is stuck on the streets? Wait... has it
really been 12 whole days? Jeez, I need to find a place to stay.
I've already had quite a few encounters with some....gang members? I'm not sure. I know that they WEREN'T nice. AT ALL.
I was just walking around, minding my own business, when all of a sudden...
"Well, hello there little boy." A scary-looking teenage guy detto to me. I tried to keep walking, but he had friends. "Are te lost?" it was like he was mocking me, o something.
I just said, "Actually, y-yes. I am." He had brown hair that was kinda messed up, and he had tattered clothing.
He laughed.
He LAUGHED. His friends, who kinda looked like him, laughed too. I didn't understand what was so funny, so I was very confused.
Then, the journal I had, caught his eye. "Oh, LOOK! He has his own DIARY!" And laughed even more. He took it away from me, and stuck it at a very high hight. "Hey! P-please give it back! I-it isn't yours!" I pleaded.
It didn't work.
Oh, crap I see someone chasing after me. Good-
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That was part 3 everyone! Please give feedback!
Name: Nicolas Bellain
Species: Human
Nationality: British-Italian and Latin
Gender: male
Age: 16
Occupation: High School Student -
||Physical Info||
Height: 5'7"
Hair Color: blonde
Weight:115 lb
Hair style:long and sleek usually in a pony
Hair Length: mid back
Eyes: one green and one gold
Skin: darkish Carmel
Tattoos: None
Scars: some one his back
Body type:thin and abit lean
Disabilities:OCD -
||Personal Info||
S/O: bisexual
Family: Father/left, Mother/Major company manager
Likes: studying,helping his mom,feeling good about himself soft blankets and flowers
Dislikes: not being the best,bitter foods and people who do crap
Turnons: none
Turnoffs: none
Hobbies:studying,tutor,taxes management and hairstyling on occasion
Personality:abit arrogant,honest,smart and stuborn