I love my life...Simple but fun. Not everything goes right, but that's just how life is. I invited my friends over for a small party or just to hangout and have a sleepover. I told them to get to my house at least by 6 P.M.
The doorbell rang at 5:50. It was my best friend, Noelle. We sat, watched T.V., and waited for the others to arrive. Adrian came at exactly 6. Catie got here at 6:05. Ben, being himself decided to stand outside the door until it was 6:10 because he thought it would be cool to be "fashionably late".
We went upstairs and agreed on a movie that we would all watch. Finally I suggested we got on Netflix and scrolled through our options on that. Everyone seemed happy with it except Ben. But we ignored him because he was being his odd self.
We decide to watch Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. That's how our night began. Peacefully and happily.
Things started to get strange though. Something didn't seem right, and I was the first to mention something about it. Everyone instantly agreed with me. Why was this happening? That question is beyond my thoughts.
Thick, red liquid oozed out of the walls. Everything started turning black and grey. Soon we were all in a dizzy state. Everything started shaking and I look up to find a pile of bricks coming down on me.
Darkness hits me like catastrophe did.
