Part 3!
I know I haven't written in this in a while. But what do you expect
from a 10-year-old boy who is stuck on the streets? Wait... has it
really been 12 whole days? Jeez, I need to find a place to stay.
I've already had quite a few encounters with some....gang members? I'm not sure. I know that they WEREN'T nice. AT ALL.

I was just walking around, minding my own business, when all of a sudden...
"Well, hello there little boy." A scary-looking teenage guy said to me. I tried to keep walking, but he had friends. "Are you lost?" it was like he was mocking me, or something.
I just said, "Actually, y-yes. I am." He had brown hair that was kinda messed up, and he had tattered clothing.
He laughed.
He LAUGHED. His friends, who kinda looked like him, laughed too. I didn't understand what was so funny, so I was very confused.
Then, the journal I had, caught his eye. "Oh, LOOK! He has his own DIARY!" And laughed even more. He took it away from me, and stuck it at a very high hight. "Hey! P-please give it back! I-it isn't yours!" I pleaded.
It didn't work.
Oh, crap I see someone chasing after me. Good-
That was part 3 everyone! Please give feedback!