Adventurous Max

My name is Rikarika Maximus, Born in a little town called Tinihanga. My parents traded me for another child because I was seen as an unfortunate child. My foster parents were farmers and sick so I had to help them in the housekeeping. My foster mother died of her sickness when i was the age of 12. My foster dad who was damaged inside because of the los of his beautifull wife began to drink and hitted me several times a week. After some years, I was the age of 16 i guess, he killed himself by smashing a hatchet into his head. I had to survive at my own so I stole some bread and money in the nearby city where I've almost lost my hands. Because some angry citizens drove me away I had to live in the Maku forest, where I've met my first true friend, Wuruhi, my lovely wolf. He accompanies me everywhere I go and helps me with hunting. This is my past tomorrow is another day, another chance. My name is Rikarika Maximus and this is my journal. - (A fictional person who tells about his day.)

[adventurousmax]

DAY 1: 11 MAY

It has been 8 days and Wuruhi and I were traveling in this forest until we've found a place to sleep. We have finnaly found a sheltter, in this forgotten forest. Its a big hollow cave of about 4 meters deep and there might have lived any wolves in it before because Wuruhi acted very strange in the beginning. To ease him and myself I've made a homemade door of about 2 on 2 meters big with some wood, i've found on the ground, to make the frame of the door and some big branches with leaves on it. To bind the stuff together I tore my clothes into little pieces and used it as rope.  The cave we will live in, for now, is surrounded by big pine trees. Logical because its in a forest. Its near a big lake, about 200 meters far from ower shelter. The lake is very clear and has an island in the centre of the lake, I might swim there one day. There alot of fish in it but I'm not able to catch them by hand and I haven't found any proper materials to make a fishing rod nor any berries. I've got to be honest, its a bit strange to write in a journal for the first time and I'm very grateful to my foster father that he learned me to read and write, even though he was sick and had a drinking problem. Anyway it has been a busy day and Wuruhi is already sleeping on my lap. Today has been a good day, let it us hope it will be the same tomorrow.