Chicamaria’s Bloggo

Life is so unpredictable. I have never for example even imagined  that one day I will be here… writing this. But I am  getting ahead of myself, yes indeed I think if I want to tell this story properly it is essential that I begin at the beginning.

My name is Amber, I am  13 years old. I weigh 41 kg and I am 140 cm high. I live in… oups!  I  almost said the exact name and location of my hometown! I would never do something like that, it could harm my beloved family and friends…. I don’t know what went through me at that moment!! But it is a fact that I haven’t been quite myself these past days.

Hm… well I guess after all it isn’t that important anymore…. Things can’t get worse at this point. Well at least I hope they won’t! Because if they did I would probably run out of space in this book to tell the story I so badly need to tell. That would be terribly uncomfortable!!

So, as I was saying, I was born in the year 1984. I have a boyfriend, two sisters and one half brother, and two best friends. But I will mention this all more precisely later in the book.

I also have two grandmas and two grandpas and maybe a great-grandpa still alive somewhere in Russia or France or America… I personally don’t have the information of where he is located at this very moment, but if I did I promise you I would tell you… maybe. You see, before my great grandmother died, before she breathed her last breath, She told me  that she wanted to reveal to me, and only me, a great family secret… of course she  never  had the time to tell me the end of her “secret”, but I don’t think that she was very self-conscious of what she was saying, so that is  that. Who knows, maybe she was very conscious. But that would mean I am the only keeper of the secret that my grandmother said was so important.

Anyways, she did mention something about my great-grandfather being some international super spy who discovered the elixir of ever-lasting life. Would you believe something like that if anyone ever told you??  I mean how could my cranky joke-teller great-grandfather fit into those categories of super-spy stuff? So don’t think so. Oh god, well I’ll come back to that later…. It isn’t related to what I want to tell you at the moment…. Yet. It will come in later in the course of this story.

As you may have understood by my rushed handwriting, I have only days to live…. This is my only proof of existence… the only identity of me that will exist in the future generations. So I hope you understand how important it is to keep this journal/diary safe…. Safe, but, not unread. You must understand dear reader, I want the world to know my story, as cruel as it is. I think some people will find specific interests in this journal, but I want those people to be the good-intentioned kind… That will not use the data in this journal to destroy this so-called world you are living in.

I have done everything to make sure this journal doesn’t fall into ‘the hands of uncertainty’ but I shan’t exclude the possibility of my failure to this grave mission. Yes indeed, this is something to remember, never exclude any possibility, because the unexpected is always the best…. But too many time it has proven itself to become the worst. Think openly to anything and everyone. Nothing is impossible these days