It's me- Jazz! It was too hard to resist. I wanted to start another fictionnnnn~ here I go.

Dear Diary,

My name is Darcy Herrison. And I'm running from everything I've ever known. From my twit of a step-dad. From my priss of a step-sister. From the drunk I used to call Mother. On my scooter.

It's a cute little pink, electric scooter with a storage case in the back. It's solar powered too (well, imagine that) so I can just keep riding during the days. I'm not carrying much with me. Just candy, soda, and my iPod. And cash. Lots of cash. My family's going to wake up, missing about $5,000. And I plan on buying a cell phone. A fancy cell phone, mind you.

I used to live in Madawaska, Maine. It's at the very top of Maine. In fact, it could me only 10 minutes to cross the Canadian border. But I'm not going to Canada. I'm going to Hollywood, to make it big. And possibly meet the Jonas Brothers.

I am in total love with them. So talented and beautiful. I'm talented, I guess. I cook really well. I won a Scholarship to California School of Culinary Arts for 1 year. So I guess I can survive till I'm 18. But being 15... I've got a lot of years ahead of me. Maybe I can take up acting too.

But now, I've got to go. My scooter is ready. I'm out.

Goodnight and Goodbye.

[[goodness gracious, I love those boys]]

---Darcy 'H to the errison'