I see a boy coming in my room. Sunday-dressed.

I fix my glasses and hair and to hopes he doesn't see me.

I hide under the bed.

While to this break:

-Name is Lucille Sapphire Vildes

-13 years old.

-I have am a Half- Filipino/Half-American from the 1940s.

- I have a Chinese and French descent.

-Black-hair, tan- complexion, with black eyes and pink-lips.

Anyway...

He goes up. Then some woman shouts from the lobby up to the room, maybe 30s or 40s.

"Milo!" The girl screams.

"Yeah?"

"Get your other stuff here."

"Okay."

I see his facial expression.

He's angry of some sort.

I try to get out and go up the attic.

I see the same thing I used for my film.