It's been three year's after Laura's death, I'm Nine-Teen now. It's kind of interesting to me how life can become so bad so quickly, and so good so late. I have a house now and a boyfriend, he is Twenty-One and his name is Lennard Pateo. He has made my life alot better, we actually stay in Paris now, my favorite Capitol. We had weapons for protection from him buying guns off the street, I told him about doing that but you know, can't control a man. Lennard taught me how to shoot the guns and he actually made me a master at it. The only disturbing thing that still lives with me is that book, I had the book framed and then put it up on my living room wall. Something deep down inside my heart is telling me something about that book, but I can't happen to find out what it is. I walk into the living room and find Lennard on the couch eating nacho's and wathing a football game, when I seen him doing this it reminded me of seeing dad, all heartbroken watching that football game, I told Lennard "Come to the back room with me, I'm feeling a little ya...