My time is short. They are watching me.
I discovered earlier today that some of the year 12’s used a program they found on google to zoom into our house via a satellite. They’ve seen everything. The sniping equipment on the roof, the launghpad (both for our jet and helicoptor) in the back yard, and possibly my extensive artillery hidden under the clothesline. I must tell the team to pack up immediately and find new residence; this place is no longer a safe hideout. It’s only a matter of time until my enemies come for me.
Pfft, who am I kidding. *sigh* Well as far as I know, they are spying on me, so it’s no longer safe to go outside in the buff in the early hours of the morning to… have time to myself in the moonlight. Not that I do, but just saying… AAAAAAAH THEY’RE ATTACKING! I must go.
PS: They say that if a baby is given everything they need to survive, but are not loved, they will perish. Doesn’t that mean all children are loved to start with?