Author: *Evil*Mew*
A Hurting Girl
July 14,
I hate this stupid life I live. James hates me, Meowth is trying to get me to blow, and I think that Cassidy is trying to get me in the bosses bad graces. That witch. Better go-here comes James.
Noon, James came over to chat with me for a bit. I am so in Dinner, I was interrupted by a telegraph. How they found me, I don't know. But the note was not that important anyway. Here, I will paste it in here: Jessica, *Stop*
Call home *Stop*
Emergency *Stop*
Trouble *Stop*
Greg *Stop*
The thing that scared me the most was that they called me Jessica. And so you know, Greg is my stepbrother who enjoys using me as a punching bag I'll call tomorrow. James doesn't know, or need to know. July 18, July 20, I couldn't write, not after what happened. My Mom, Dad, and 6 of my 8 brothers and sisters are dead after being shot in a drive by shooting. I am at the Lavender Town Hospital where they are treating my sister, Krystal, and my brother, Patrick. They both were shot, but they survived with near-fatal wounds. 2 or 3 hours later, James is here too. He has sat with me day and night now for all of the 5 days I've been here. I am so grateful. When I look into his emerald green eyes, I see a sorrow that shows he is also sad about the shooting. I will paste the newspaper article in:
8 killed in drive by shooting, 2 wounded A 17 year old male drove through the rural streets of Lavender Town with an automatic rifle in each hand. As he passed a yard where a 45 yr. old father, a 39 yr. old Mother, a 15 yr. old male, a 12 yr. old female, a 7 yr. old female, two 6 yr. old twin males, and a 5 yr. old female were playing, he opened fire. All died except for the 15 yr. old and the 5 yr. old. Further details are being held by the police.
Stupid me. Why hadn't I gone home to visit like my Mother suggested? James, he must care about me a little, cause he told me that everything would work out in the end. 1 or 2 hours later, Right after I finished my nap, the doctor told James to go away. I knew this could not be good. She told me to sit down. Instead, I paced. She said that she would have to tell me flat out. Krystal, my sister, is gone. She died of excessive bleeding. Only 5. Why so young? Some 2 days later, I don't know if I can explain it. Here goes:
My Mother was having a problem with our Dad, so they divorced (I was only 4 at the time). My Mother met and married Kent, a single guy whose wife had committed suicide. He had 3 kids, all who were older then me. They had 2 kids together. Then Kent starting hurting my Mother. She left him and was on her own for a year. 4 years had passed since she had divorced my Dad. They met back up, this time Dad had 4 kids of his own. They remarried and the kids that they had with their other spouses went back and forth. I think that Krystal and me were the only kids that my Mother and Dad had together. At least Krystal is with them now. August 7, I am not as excited as I would have been if this mess never would have happened. James asked me out. To a coffee house. I love coffee cafes and this was one of the best I have ever seen. He showed up and he had flowers and a necklace that was beautiful. It was a clear pokč-ball that was the size if a marble. James said he had a surprise for afterwards. We went in, and he ordered me my favorite, French vanilla with 3 times the regular amount of whipped cream. Mmmm. I haven't had one of them in a long time.
We talked about movies, and music and then we left. He took my hand and walked me further into the forest. The moon was full and bright and it made walking easy. When we came to a little clearing, boy was I surprised!
Meowth, who had stayed with Butch and Cassidy, had a blanket spread on the ground next to a roaring fire. Meowth quickly scampered off and I heard the roar of a motorcycle as he left. James lead me to a cleared spot and slipping the necklace over my head, he showed my how it was released from the chain. He took it and tossed the small Pokč-ball onto a patch of moss. It opened, and instead of the usual blue lightning, it was silver.
What appeared took my breath away. A parrot, with exotic reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, and silvers appeared. It stretched its long, graceful wings and flew to my shoulder. I asked what it was. James said that he had caught it on an island that he had been vacationing on. I could name it what ever I wanted. He had also taught it to obey my by taping his voice and having is changed so it sounded like mine. He also said that he had kept it, for me.
I kissed him. It was all I could do to thank him. He kissed me back and I know he loves me. This parrot, which I named Krystal (After my sister), loves both me and James to the point where he will start to cry if she can't see us. This is this last page in this diary. I hope that when I get a new one, I will have better things to record. Until then, Good-bye.
Jesse.
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