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by Kybunny

by Kybunny

*September 18th 2019*

   I'm not trying to die during the raid. Cornelius, Dana and I have been planning relentlessly for this raid since June. My birthday is in 12 days and I really dont know wtf is up. It seems the closer we inch to the twentieth, the more people flaking out. At one point, 748,000 people said that they would attend the raid, now we're down to 32,000.
   For months my friends and I have planned this event. We've studied Area 51 and all the possibility that's hidden. Given the fact that the peek of people going was at approximately 748,000, only 4.4 percent of those people wouldn't change their vote. Sixty percent of the 32,000 would be people who find it absolutely hilarious but wouldnt go. Twenty percent are people who had simply forgotten about the event. Seventeen percent are people that deleted their accounts. The last 987 people are the people who will actually show up. 900 people won't have the guts to enter. Only about 3 people will make it all the way in. No one will make it out.
   This is a suicide mission. The only thing that will make it worth it is livestreaming the event on facebook through the group. This way everyone will know at least 1% of the government's secrets.
   We've already started our trip to Nevada. Currently, we're in Georgia. I know I might never make it back to Cincinnati. I might never see home again. Depends on if I'm feeling bold enough to enter. Months of planning and with two days left, I still dont have my mind made up. Cornelius is blasting Lil Tjay and NBA Youngboy. Dana and I are exchanging looks as Youngboy explains for the 15,000th time how hard he's had it growing up. Before every song, Cornelius screams 4KTrey at the top of her lungs.
   After the first 9 hours of Cornelius having the aux, I decide to take over. New Choppa by Playboi Carti and A$AP Rocky begins to play. It's still Free Flacko y'all. Even in September. Sweedish jails aint that bad, Rocky dont wanna leave. At least while he's in there he's not getting his braids licked and being forced to watch Smack DVD.
   One last Carti banger plays as we pull up to our hotel in Nevada. It's only one room and two beds so my friends made me sleep on the floor. As a result, I'm eating all of their snacks. As I fall asleep watching tiktoks, I can't help but think about the past 16 years of my life and how bright of a future I have if I just say fuck it and go home. My mom thinks I've gone to Florida to celebrate a friend's birthday but... I'm in Nevada. It's me, I'm the colossal dumbass.

*September 19 2019*

Today we meet with everyone else in the raid. This is where we go over the plan in person. We've all talked over group chat but this is the first time we get to actually meet eachother in person. 958 people surround me. Some of these people aren't even from America but they're here. A lot of these people are scared. A lot of these people are joking but I deadass want to see what the government is hiding in this bad boy. I see a really cute boy and we make eye contact for a solid 2 seconds before my bitchass gets scared and looks away. We all have nametags in this thing and he's mingling with a girl so I assume they are together. Of course, my glasses are back in Ohio because I forgot to pack them. I cant see his name tag but I see a big fancy K written on it. I think it says Kain or something but I can't make out what it says. I tell Dana and Corn and the next thing I know, Corn is telling me that he's coming this way and I fucking COLLAPSED. (Figuratively) So, his name is Kaid. Like wtf?? Anywho, he's from Ohio and lives like 5 minutes from Kings Island which is cool. He said he's not serious about this whole thing and he's trying to meet all the idiots of America. He seemed funny, kinda tall, white, skinny, curly hair, the whole NINE. I-