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My mother was always creating things. From solar lamps to a regenerating mouse. Mom had it all. She was payed millions for her inventions. And I was always in the shadows walking in her footsteps.

My name is Elisah by the way, Mom gave me this journal to keep track of life and all of my own inventions. I should probably start by telling you who I am. Im the only child of Cheyanne Brelinski. My father disappeared shortly after I was born. Im an 8th grader at the private school "Styles Thompson School For Girls" and I'm studying to be an inventor just like mom. "Inventions dont just come up out of thin air" mom would say. "You have to think of them, plan them, create them.But no matter how hard it is, you never ever give up.Ellie, do you understand? " and I would always say yes. But in all honesty I never understood. I guess I can say I can now.
After that night I guess everything sorta went downhill. You, my dear journal are now my only friend. I will be back no worries.

-Elisah

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 10, 2017 ⏰

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