Dreams and nightmares

2. What REALLY happened (pt.1)

You moved into your new house, You unpacked, and You wrote in your diary as your first day of school went by. You came home with sinking, mental wounds, and You came home, only to sugar coat and lie about the whole thing just to make yourself feel better.  You didn't want to remind yourself of the events before arriving in Colorado, and You didn't want to make yourself feel worse in the moment that You'd one day decide to read the sick fanfiction of your stolen life. you are the reader. you are part of this story, but You makes the choices. I am the narrator who controls the events of this story. You wont need to know much about me.

You was on the plane to Colorado; South Park... You had a number of goals and plans you created. Getting freaky, beating up your childhood bullies, getting into relationship drama, killing someone you didn't like, ... it's disgusting, even though it was unlikely that You would ever end up doing these things. You imagined at east six of the boys You was friends with in elementary being super hot and attractive when they got older. You sat, kicking the seat in front of You and giggling. Inconsiderate asshole, You.

You didn't beat up or anything dumb like that. Don't worry, that will come soon, but that Isn't your problem. The person in front of You was Mr. Garrison. You recognized him as soon as he stood up in his seat and poured his iced tea onto your lap.

He said, "Fuck yo— hold on a minute... What the hell are you doing on my flight back from vacation?".
You felt your legs quiver... It's either cuz You got cold tea dripping down your seat or the fact that your old elementary school teacher was in the same flight as You, and You just kicked him in the back. You had absolutely no way to defend yourself, and your gaurdian's weren't anywhere near You since there was a problem with the seating arrangements, and they couldn't do anything else since you're no longer a minor.

You hear a beep a familiar voice come from the speakers in the plane.
"Uh, attention passengers, we are a about to land! If you are standing right now, know that you can't sue us! Fuck you, and thank you for flying with a shitty airlines."

The landing was traumatic for You. I don't blame You, I'm horrified of flying, but I think your future self can handle You venting in your own damn book.

You felt your seat and supposedly the entire plane bang against the ground as it landed, and You held your eyes closed the entire time, hearing your family members scream with everyone else in the plane. Then You saw the old Chinese man from City Wok rush everyone out of the plane, and as You were walking with everyone towards the exit, You almost tripped over Mr. Garrison's helpless body. You could hear him screaming,
"My neck, my back! My neck and my back! Oh, I want a hundred and fifty dollars! You can't do this to a gay man! I will sue you, Y/N!" 

The cab was waiting for you guys, so there was no time to reconcile or talk about your feelings, so the ride home consisted of everyone talking about it and crying while the guy driving You and your family watched with his mouth wide open. No, You didn't ask for his pronouns, and since I'm just a narrator I couldn't ask either. You; the Dumb, gender assuming, asshole.

Most of what You said about getting to your house and unpacking was true, fortunately. It's just that You left out the parts where You tripped and fell down the staira six times while getting your shit into your room. Also, the fact that You wrote to "your future self" and tried to keep your life and new mutation ability a secret from you is fucking stupid. A punishment I'm making it so You looses your diary so some random person on the streets reads it and keeps it in their shrine. You won't know who read it BUT ME AND YOU WILL.

anyways, you've suffered enough right? Yeah, actually You have. Because You lied about the morning after and what happened at school in your book. I'm gonna make You suffer next chapter, I swear to God.