Well... Today we age going to Freddy's. I'm scared, I mean what if I get killed. I tell my mom. "Stop acting up!" She yells. Well, all I can do is hope now.
It's on my mind all day at school. I couldn't work without pg and those poor kids popping into my mind every second. I even get on trouble and go home. It's not my fault! I yell to my mother. *smacks* she hit me, she had never done that. I was to scared to leave my room for 4 hours.
After I get scared for life she comes up with some ice cream and says sorry, I thank her and she leaves. "Oh yea we are leaving soon" she says as she walks out my door. *WHAT?!* I think to myself. I thought we were leaving tomorrow why are we leaving today. I get a panic attack and freak out. My mom calms me done and tells me to get ready.
Well,what should I wear for my death day. I say to myself ask I pick out jeans, a shirt, a knife,and running shoes. "MARIONETTE GET THAT KNIFE OUT OF YOURE POCKET!!" She yells, I chose not to fight and put it away, take off my clothes and put on my black with white stripes and buttons. Then I get ready and get in the car. Yay, I say with sarcasm. I can't wait....
