Today is my 14th's birthday and we're on vacation. Finally, after such a long year at school. I'm still not making any friends. These guys on this elite school are way to superficial and stuck up, quite boring and uninteresting. If that is what a politician's job and future looks like, I am not sure if I really wanna end up in politics.
Anyways, Mom and Dad finally granted me permission to use and access to computers, data pads and pda's. Totally cool!
They said I'd need such stuff in the new school I'll be starting at next year, and I should already practice using them correctly. Found this function here to write personal logs. Not sure if it makes sense writing down stuff, but I'm so hyped, I just gotta try it. Mom and Dad are about to leave the station, buying stuff somewhere else, can't wait till we leave this station and finally reach Curacao. Away from homeworks, away from tests, away from the loud city on Manhattan. Mentioning my parents... I should probably go watch them leave the station and wave them good bye!
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A ship was attacked! It exploded right infront of the station! Right infront of my eyes! God! Mom and Dad! Please let them be on this station... they must be here! Please!
Why did he do that?! That murderer's vessel just flew close enough, provokingly, so close, that psychotic look in this murderer's eye!
I need to find them! I need to make sure they are alright! This god damn security locked all rooms and shut all doors, keeping us in the safer area of this station.... there's no window, but I can hear impacts upon the hull, I can hear the station's hull groan! What th....!? It just felt like a ship was colliding into the station, the whole room was trembling! They are still fighting outside? This is the worst birthday ever...damn...I hope it will end soon....
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The fight is over! I think? No more shooting, no more impacts....the alert is gone... the doors are opening?
The doors are open! I need to find Mom and Dad!
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I...I couldn't find them! I need to keep looking, I need to try harder! ....
There was an official announcement by the station's director... the casualities... the people on ships who left the station recently...
Mom and Dad were mentioned?! No! No no no no no! They can't be! This is not true! There must be a mistake! It must be a mistake! Please....please!! God no.......
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It's been a week since my birthday...a week since the attack. Still feels like a bad dream...my parents are dead, killed by a lunatic pirate....
It's hard to believe....hard to...accept....What am I gonna do...? What am I supposed to do? Will I continue going to the school? How will I be able to keep going on?
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Today is my parents' funeral...a funeral without bodies...only with one of their most favorite property of each...in their coffins. Completely dressed in black, it still can't describe how I am feeling right now. This all is so fucked up...why must it be my parents? Why does a 14 years old boy have to go to his own parents' funeral, by that age already...? I mean...they weren't the easiest to please...always setting high expections, demanding, amibitious, proud and easy to disappoint...but they only wanted the best for me, I guess. I loved them...and now they are gone....
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I am back from the funeral.... Many people...alot of sobbing, crying and mourning...lots of expressions of their deepest condolences...and here I am, full of anger and wish for revenge.
One day...I will find this pirate...and then I will make him pay! From now on, everything I am...everything I do...is to be achived, only to find this man and to avenge my parents!
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