Please.

Come back.

There isn't any food left.

I am really sorry. Please.

Are you out there mom?

Please.

I am so hungry.

Mom. Dad. Where are you?

You weren't here when I got back from school yesterday.

And you arent answering your phone.

Please talk to me. I don't no what I did but I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Can you please come back?

I found my friend in my bed last night. I tried to get in, but she pushed me off. I had to sleep on the couch. I tried to tell mom that she was being mean to me. And that we missed pizza night. She looked at me funny.

And then she asked me who I was.

I'm scared.

We missed pizza night.

My friend keeps staying over.

I thought it would be more fun. But mostly she just hangs around my parents. And steals my sandwiches.

I asked my mom about when she was going to be leaving. She looked at me weird. Said she was my sister. I didn't no we had adopted her.

My new friend stayed at our house today.

She was waiting for me when I came home from school. Actually I don't know if she goes to school. Maybe she's homeless? I hope she's not homeless. Maybe she can stay with us. It would be like having a sleepover every day.

I brought my friend home for dinner today. My parents really liked her. I was afraid they wouldn't. Not that they have ever disliked my friends. But sometimes I get scared. I knew a girl name Sunny whose parents didn't like her friends sometimes and then she had to stop hanging out with them.

But my parents are nice. They made spaghetti.

I made a new friend.

I was playing in the park. And she played with me. She's quiet. doesn't say much. But I think that's ok. I talk alot anyway.

I told mom and dad all about her over Pizza Night. Wednesdays are Pizza Night. Sometimes I get coupons at school for reading books. They are glad that i am making friends. Tomorrow we are going too play horses.

Hi! My name is Kaya. I am eight. My mom helped me make this blog. So I can write my feelings and make friends.

I want to tell you about myself. My favorite color is purple and I love spaghetti. I like too dance. My teacher says that I am very good. When I grow up I want to be president. My handwriting is terrible which is why I like to type.

Its really nice outside.