...than not remembering anything. Anything. Nothing. Emptiness.
Okay, I'll stop being so dramatic.
It's not that I'm a total amnesic, is just that, well, I don't remember what happened to me during lunch today. It's really weird. I was walking down the hallway, trying not to get elbowed in the face by a careless classmate, heading towards my locker for my lunch.
Hold on a second, I hear something outside.
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Journal into the Unknown
Non-FictionMy (as in, AwesomeMcCoolname/Hannah Grace's) journal. If any of you readers have any ideas, explanations or otherwise, please don't be afraid to speak up. I need all the help I can get. See, weird things are drawn to me. Creepy things. And instead o...
