These are things that I have been keeping record of for... various reasons. I'm told not to share this but screw him he's not my father. It's my life and my experiences. I suppose you can call this horror but the most scariest part about it is that...
7:17pm: I'm on the bus to school and I took talking a picture for my Red because for some reason her contact didn't save in my phone and vise versa. When I was taking a picture my phone glitches and distorted the picture slightly. It's apparent that I'm still being watched even on the bus.
7:58am: I'm on a motor coach for a trip to Spokane and as we were watching a video on the TVs the TV began to glitch repeatedly. I got two pictures. The picture above and this one.
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5:02pm: So the same TV is on now and it's perfectly fine. Last night my mother found that someone drank her cinnamon whiskey as well. I know I didn't and neither did my brothers since they hate it. My father doesn't drink that stuff either so someone either drank it or poured it out.
