Why am I the one out here, why am I the one who was stuck with this job even if I did ask for it. I guess that's part of life why me, why this, why her. what ever I need to get this hole done be for some one notices I'm gone. God, I wish I hadn't left my sweat shirt at home it's close to 27 degrees out here, and I decided to bring "the box", a shovel, and myself.
Finished Peter slowly tossed "the box" into the 6ft hole and began to cover it back up with the loose soil. once he finished he began to start walking home thinking I hope no one ever finds that. unknown to him a few unfriendly guests awaited him.
Now to get to the bottom of whatever this is and why a 14 year old was digging a hole at 12:00 at night, you must start from the beginning. Not when he was born, not when he could walk but when he met his unfortunate friends maple, and Star. In the unfortunate hell of 8th grade.
