Dear thing
Conner keeps battering me with leaves.
He's dumped my bed bed full of them, the cabin floor, my clothes, my food, at the dining table. Now he's asked the Hecate cabin to conjure up a small leaf storm to follow me. What the hell is he playing at?
YOU ARE READING
Top Secret Diary of the Stoll Brothers
FanfictionThis is our diary. (Very embarrassing and emotionally distressing)
