August 12th, 2007
I never imagined what it would be like if our planet died. Would it be chaos? Would my family fall into poverty? Would our entire race be wiped out? I never would have guessed that we could move to a new planet. My family works in software, so my parents got the short end of the stick when picking our planet. It’s a small planet with a few animals, and a whole bunch of weird things that walk on two legs. They’re not even multicolored! I just know everyone will love me when they see how cool I am.
August 13th, 2007
This place sucks. We had to get identities, and look like these human things. We live in a small town in Minnesota. Soon, I will be attending Winona High School, as a sophomore. I have short, bright orange hair, and spots all over my body. I’m tall and skinny, and feel a strange weakness that I never felt before. My parents said they will get me some new coverings for my body, but until then, I have to wear this long, soft piece of fabric on my top half, and two scratchy pipelike pieces of fabric on my bottom half. My parents say that they’re called “clothes” and the soft piece is a shirt, and the scratchy piece is jeans. I think tomorrow, we are travelling to a “mall” and getting new clothes.
August 20th, 2007
Today is my first day of Highschool. My clothes are bland, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I do not like being a human. I wish I could just be myself, and that people would accept me for who I am. People will judge me if they find out, and I hate that. Every day when I wake up and look in the mirror, I am filled with an animalistic rage that I will never be accepted for who I am.
September 27th, 2007
Nothing is changing. All is stagnant. I am completely numb. Everyday, I scrub my body so hard it turns back to my original color of salmon. I wish I wasn’t human. I am profoundly disgusted with myself.
May 28th, 2008
As the school year comes to an end, I reflect upon my many choices. I know, deep down in my heart, that I will never fully be human, but I have come to realize that being human is the best choice I could make. People may judge me if they find out, but I must come to peace with my being.