I had just started my freshman year st St. Buddy's High school and already shit was going wrong for me. My brother had died, my parents had divorced, I had moved from all my frens. and just when I thought shit couldn't get worse, it did. It all started when my friend came over to my house on Monday. we were supposed to be doing homework but we were actually listening to twenty one pilots on sound cloud. We were yelling Holding Onto You from the highest point in my house. The roof. and that's when it happened. My friend happened to spot something rusted poking up from my neighbors backyard. I told him we were SUPOSSED to be doing homework. But then he started calling me a little bastard and I just went along with it. It was the worst decision I've ever made.
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Guns for Hands
ParanormalWell this was a story I was supposed to write on bits trips but it shut down and shit so
