Well...

OK, maybe I was a little bit exaggerating, but I really am being chased. By debt collectors. My mom did say having a credit card would be a bad idea... Also considering I ALWAYS want an advance on my allowance. I left home, and now they're after me. I think maybe I'll go find a spot under a bridge... I could change my name, go to a foster home, and have a wonderful life. Naw, too predictable. I'll move to Vietnam! I am like 1/8 Vietnamese... I don't know! If you have any good ideas... Never mind. The debt collectors know I have a blog. I want a camera REALLY bad, along with a laptop. Well, If any of you... Never mind! I forgot I have my cell phone that I can only use for emergencies! It takes pictures, too! well, I just push this button here, and I... Dang! I dropped it in the water! Aw! It's ruined! Well, if any of you know where I can find a cheap phone that works with Sprint, tell me! Well, I've taken refuge in a dumpster, and I smell very bad right now. Oh, and thank you for following me! I was excited to get my own blog, and I was wondering if anyone WOULD follow me, so thanks! Sorry this blog isn't as pretty as Miranda's blog, but at least this one has another update. Oh, and I will post every day, if I can. I'll probably find some time in between soccer and homework to blog. Or I could blog in the morning...

My story begins

I can't talk right now. I'm being chased being chased some people who are trying to kill me while I'm in Washington D.C. As I'm running, I will tell you the beginning of how I got into this fix. So here goes,(Huff,... Huff). Well, it all started early yesterday morning. I was preparing to play my Flute as the entertainment for a party that night. I got a phone call from my mom saying,"Honey, you need to come home. RIGHT NOW! Our house is being attacked by people saying, 'you know where it is and who we are. We also know who you are, and where you are.' PLEASE come home, all you need to do is use bus pass to go to the stop sign across the street from our apartment building....EEEEKKKKKK!" For all I know, I may be an orphan. I'll tell you more later when I find a safe spot to rest for the night. Maybe a box in a dark alley, or a trash can on the other side of the street from my apartment building... I SERIOUSLY hope that they, whoever they are, don't find me. I don't know who they are, I don't know what they're talking about, and, overall, today was a blur.