First of all, three is the basis of life. You'll see this in my short story.

Three days since the afternoon, that well, our home became a house. In other words, I may not be here too long after seventh grade finishes up, so I'm inclined to just, say so. Just in case, I'd like to leave behind a nice gallery. I may fall under the eye as 'Bacharach' (Last name) or something else that I'll come up with later on. Polish everything up a bit, you know, I look bacj on it now, and I'm not satisfied. So, I'll end on my third attempt of a gallery. God is a miroor, and we have to judge ourselves, in my opinion. So, thus, I will follow through with three journal posts ago, Yorbah will be no more soon. You'll know when. Otherwise, on the brighter side of life, expect flash movies in the near future, if indeed, I continue to live in the city. I dread saying goodbye so, until next time.