Today was the day. I'm going to go get my sixth grade vaccines. We pulled up to the doctors office and i could just hear the screams of agony coming from inside. I remember this place. I went here for the dentist once and it was nice and peaceful. But, ever since they turned it into a doctor's office, it's been living hell. I reluctantly stepped out of the car and slowly made my way to the long line of sixth graders waiting for their vaccinations. I watched each and every kid stare at the needle jabbed into them and heard every single blood curdling scream as the medicine pierced their veins. The line got shorter and shorter and my turn came closer and closer. Then, the kid in front of me left the office in tears. It was my turn. The Doctor called me up and i slowly put my arm in front of me. I couldn't watch. I was just waiting for the pain to come shooting through my veins. But, it didn't. I felt a little poke and then I was done. I left the office and went home very, very confused.
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Dream Journal
DiversosI've always wanted a dream journal and my dreams are pretty insane so i wanted to make a book about them Cover art by me