A/N GOD KNOWS WHAT THIS IS GOING TO BECOME!
I scrolled though my contacts on my Nokia brick:
Oncie, Harambe (oh he's dead I'll delete that one), XXXTentacion... I started crying. When I had recovered, I saw in my contacts the only person who could be responsible: Michael Rosen (you know, he just seems like that sort of guy)
I called my sister Annabel and we set off to Michael Rosen's house.
