I've been here for a while, and have come in contact with quite a few interesting people. Some nice, some not so. But one boy stands out. He's rather cute. Least I think so. ~blush~ He's funny, kinda goofy, adorably cute, sweet.
But with all the crap I've been through I don't even know how to talk to guys anymore, and he wouldn't be interested anyway. Oh well. So I guess there's always quiet admiration from afar. heh...^^;;

Today was Fedya's birthday,
and our brother took her to meet some friends while mom dad and I went to get her a cake, and a present. We'd been saving so we could afford to get her a nice sweater they'd had at a shop in town we knew she'd like. I remember it was a cold day, I was bundeled up tightly.
Father had said that there was fighting the next town over but we thoght we'd be fine. We live moles from there. And they had no reason to bother us. But we were wrong we had gotten a cake, and just left the shop with her gift. I was happy it was the first time i was able to buy a present for my little sister. I held it tightly and skipped happily walking with mom and dad till a group of men stopped us. There were a lot of men. SOme looking injured, and i was scared, when daddy called me to them i ran and hid behind them. The men threatened my father telling him to give them everything they had and me and they could go on their way. I remember the fear that ran through me but he refused. I looked at my parents who were protecting me... Those men scared me they had guns, and blood on them. I remember pleading to leave my mom just held me my dad walked closer to them refusing to give up me and he was shot at. They missed but scared me.. And they laughed. He tried to run back to mom and me, and they shot again. but this time they didn't miss, I watched him fall it felt like my world froze my mom having to hold me back from running to him holding me firmly to her chest she'd ran getting a few yards when they shot again not missing her. Killing my mother and injuring me. But I had to play dead. forced to lie under my mothers lifeless body. till they were convinced we were all dead. bleeding and close to death myself it was a hellish few hours. But the men left after torturing my father a bit.
I pulled from under my mother looking at her before looking to my father string at their dead bodies the images to this day burned in my memory. I ran, I know it was cowardly but I was only 7 though looking back on it i hate myself for it. Maybe I could have done something. But it's too late now.
I'd run home and found Dominic, and Fedya, and told them everything.