Dear diary..

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by The_Kawaii_lover77

by The_Kawaii_lover77

A/N- I'm super sorry.. I failed you guys as an author
:( I'll try to make it up to you guys! Plus, quarintene! So, about a shit ton of months later, I finally found your favorite brand of fresh milk! Again, I'm so sorry everyone 💕 I know it's been a while and looking back, I didn't know how much you all actually enjoyed my work when I was like 10- but I just want to say Thank You 💖. Seriously, your comments make me smile and know that I'm not just the only fanfic crazed person out of 7 billion people. So Thank you so much!! 💗 Stay safe everyone, and fucking wash your hands and phone for god sake. -Jenesis~💕

Warning: I don't remember much about South Park like I did, but I just know that Kenny's a man who likes his face up your cheeks, Kyle's a Jew (don't fucking kick the baby too), Stan is lowkey kinda baby,, and Cartman is just a fuckin asshole.

Y/N's P.O.V

Day 1:

Dear diary,

We've just finally left the facility. We've all took a vote to get away from this place as soon as possible. We were all skeptical that Daniel had a plan up his sleeve. It all just seemed so easy. A shit ton of years, wasted.

"Damn.." I mumble to myself. We went back to Camp Cambell immediately. Police tape and missing signs of all of us were posted. Something took us by surprise though. A white sign with the words "FOR SALE" written in red paint. David's eyes were beginning to water. Everyone's face was full of shock. "No, this can't be! Mr.Campbell would never sell the camp!" David runs into the camp, ripping through the police tape as the missing posters flew in the wind. We all followed. David was down at his knees, infront of the sign. "T-This can't be..." Gwen comforted him with a hug. "Hey..." Everyone soon went around the camp. The mess hall still stood. It was covered with plants, growing all over it. Aswell as some bits of it missing from termites.

David was still left outside with Gwen while the rest of us carefully walked in. The door knob, rusty. The loud welcoming creak from the door introduced us to an old abandoned mess hall. The place where children used to strive, the place where many wacky adventures had been made. All of that. Gone.

Word count: 411 words
Date: April 27th, 2020