This is really shit
One thing before I get started
If something looks like this-
/I'm sitting in a tree/
It's a diary entry
Toby
/I wish for the day to come when we can finally dispose of Timothy. His very existence makes me sick! Hopefully he will do us all a favor and kill himself already! He should know he has less value than us or maybe Brian is right he's too thick to realize his self worth!/
The boy with the carved smile began to stir Toby looked up from the small tattered book he had in his hands and to the boy in the corner of a vacant War World II shelter that he, Brian, and Timothy have took shelter in for the last month.
The boy looked up making a sound resemblant to a one with yellow fever and retched. Rogers just stared at the boy who continued dry heaving and retching. Carved smile fell unconscious again and smacked against the cement floor with a sick crack.
I honestly don't know what to write
If you have anything you want me to write or add in this story please feel free to comment.
