The Life of a Wanderer

April 8 1994

"do we have to give him to them." Said a women covered in a black cloak. "Yes, this must be done if the others find him all will be for not." This came from the tall cloaked man next to the women holding the child. "All we must do is is swap the documents saying there son died at birth and place him in the incubator."

After saying this the man and women diapered and reappeared in the hospital. As the man changed the papers the women found the doctors and altered there memories. "It is done now place him in the crib we can't stay here any longer." The women kissed the baby and said "we love you Alex."

16 years later (read this in the french guy's voice from sponge bob)

I hate my life, not that my family is bad or everyone hates me, I mean i could use more friend but I'm not hated, its just that I'm bored. I guess you could say i wish for some excitement. well I digress as normal its the day before my birth day and for the like 6th time that week I find myself well reminding my friends that tomorrow is my birthday. "yes Alex we know your birthday is tomorrow just like the last thousand times you've told us." this came from my good friend Jimmy who, like last year would be the first one to forget all about my birth day. "ya that's what you said last year and guess what nothing, I'm not asking for a card or anything but just saying happy birthday to me wont kill you."

The rest of the day goes on like this classes, lunch, more classes then home at last. It good that its Friday because i hate going to school on my birthday. the only good thing about that is you get to see your friends and stuff the i don't want to get out of bed.

I walk in the front door to be welcomed by the barking of an old dachshund. "Oh shut up Ariel." I yell at the dog which does nothing to deter her barking. soon I'm greeted by my parents and older brother. "Hi every one." i say they all say hi back. Its kind of sad to think my oldest brother wouldn't be here but he's in the military and that tends to happen.

My dad asks me how my day went, I tell him fine. Both him and my mom ask if I'm excited for my birthday, as always I am. and the rest of the night goes on uneventful we ate dinner and watched TV and i left of my room.

As i striped out of my clothes and hop into bed i get a sense of foreboding like something is about to happen but knowing my like nothing will.

I was wrong!