These past few days have been very crazy, first of all my memory's been wiped from my mind
and second of all my father is the king! I guess you might think I'm crazy but I'm not alright
you got that!I guess I'll tell my story from the start.
I woke up one morning in a room I've never seen before, then I suddenly remembered my name
is Robert my mother died when I was born, my father died when I was 12 and that's how I ended
up in Fall side orphanage during the night, suddenly a woman came into the room and said what her
name was but I can't seem remember what her name was though, oh well I'll just call her madam.
Once I got outside of the orphanage I was introduced to other boys about my age some probably
older than me and some younger than me, some of them seemed to be working on the garden and
the others seemed to be working on something else, the madam son was the boss of the bundle of boys.
Later on that same day I was just going out for a walk when out of nowhere a little girl from same orphanage as me came up to me and said that my name was not Robert, my real name was actually Marcel and some how she actually managed to get me convinced that my real name is Marcel, and she told me what really happened the night I came and that she hid in the closet, while my memory's been wiped and getting a new memory which was a lie but yeah that's all I can tell you... for now anyway I need to go to sleep right now or else my cat will start scratching me.
Good bye diary.