Happy Birthday to me! I'm Carrie, and you're my new diary! Today was my 17th birthday, now I'm old enough to get a job, and finally drive my parents car! Yay! Now, it's just the problem of finding a job in the first place. My little brother Mason, he's only a year younger, said this new kids place it opening in a few months. I kinda remember their old place from when I was a kid, but not much. All I remember is some missing kids. There was a rumor around that they got killed, but I don't like all the gossip...This is a small town. If word got leaked that a few punk kids were making up stories about their dead kids, that would go down to well.
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The Diary
Short StoryJanuary 1987 Carrie Pierson is a normal 17 year old girl, looking for an after school job. An opening at Freddy's Pizza for a prize counter worker, yeah, she can do that. What could go wrong? Cover Image (c) animatronicpinestwin.deviantart.com
