I don't understand why someone would want to harm me or try to kill me. Other than my mother and her husband, I don't know of anyone that would be after me. My mother doesn't want to kill me; she just wants to sell me and make money off of me. I don't know what I did to someone to make them want to kill me. I don't talk to anyone to piss anyone off. But I guess with the two years that I'm missing, I could have pissed someone off, but it's doubtful.
Anyways, back to today. It's once again lunchtime, and I'm allowed to have regular foods now. When I see the girl come into the room with my tray, my stomach growls. But just like me, it knows that the food will suck. I would give anything for a big old plate of tacos or a good pizza with the works and all of the good sides to go with it.
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