I never knew my parents. They are a faint memory. All I know is that they were killed. Some how some how, some way. When they died my older sister took me under her wing and she took care of me. I learned how to fight, hunt and find places to rest and hide. I loved my sister and she Любовь me. Her name was Marissa.
Until a summer day, I still remeber it, it was warm but cloudy and it was going to storm. I was 10 yeats old and walking through looking for Marissa untill I saw a flash of lightning then BOOM! Then i heard a scream, i knew it was marissa's. I ran over and saw he Далее to an дерево dead....

I Любовь my sister. I Любовь her I really do but sometimes the ugly side of our relationship turns. Jealousy creeps through me as I remember how my father talked about her his pride and joy his princess, while I sat and stared at him right in front of him, but he never praises me Leona was always his favorite. My bitterness has made me done things I wish I haven't. As I explain my side if the story I want Ты to remember that I Любовь my sister with all my сердце and anything Ты may read through these journals make Ты think otherwise. My name is Maya Goldenbloom I'm ten years old almost 11 and this...