Wednesday, February 24, 2309
24th Feb 2309
clarisse haven't appeared for a some time already. kinda miss her.
wonder where she is...
the war is coming. radios are announcing it and planes are crashing the skies at high speed the firehouse trembled.. my heart trembled.
oh, and i blurted out something so stupid.
how so stupid of me... what crap. what once upon a time...
beatty like an eagle was so sharp.. to say the truth, my heart pounded hard.
real hard. how foolish of me.
i am really getting the feeling that beatty knows about the stolen ****..
it felt like clarisse was speaking for me..
although beatty gave evidence about fireman starting fire,
clarisse's words sank deep in my mind and it keeps running..
i am even doubting my own captain.
today's job is just like any other...
but it just seems to keep bothering me. the old woman who got burned with the books and the house
it irritates me at the thought that i KILLED someone. this isn't right.
i mean, suddenly, out of a sudden, the society.. all this killing.
the death of people shouldn't be this way.
there is something wrong. JUST SOMETHING. i don't what!
argh!!! wad crap am i saying!
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dear blog,
i have another confession.
today, my hands had did it once again. all by itself.
but the book... it was amazing.
it pounded on my heart like it was alive
another one to my collection.
and if only clarisse was here to tell me more about this Master Ridley that woman was talking about.
i shall go to bed first.. it's already so late.
tomorrow at first light, i shall put the book away.
bye
arising
11:18 PM
