#1 Somewhere As I write in this journal, I think these thoughts: Where am I? Am I lost? Was I taken? How did I acquire this journal? But most importantly; Who am I? But wait, it's slowly coming back. My name is Orianna, meaning golden. I also remember my mother telling me Orianna means golden. She (my mother) treated me lovingly and like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I was not spoiled though. In fact I remember having only few toys & dolls. I hear leaves rustling & deep voices. I have a feeling I should hide to slow my doom. Until my next writing, Orianna
