why

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: only keeping this up due to nostalgia. i do NOT write like this anymore, and i apologize for the grammatical errors and overall stupidity. i guess my brain was leaking when i made this or something LAWL

IF UR ACTUALLY READING THIS I QUESTION YOU/J THIS IS A V E R Y OLD STORY WITH V E R Y BAD GRAMMAR AND NO STORYLINE AT ALL WAS THERE ACTUALLY A FRIEND? WHY DID I LIE? IDK ENJOY THIS CHEESY, WEIRD STORY OF MINE AND PLEASE CHECK MY OTHER ONES I SWEAR THOSE ARE BETTER-

As a kid I had always gotten into trouble for doing evil things. I'd kill small animals and bring them into class, I'd trick students at school into breaking rules, and worst of all, I would run with scissors. Still, as a 19 year old girl, I'm absolutely terrible. I still adore ruining lives and relationships. I yearned to be a supervillain, but I was human, which made it no fun. So I was stuck in a normal life with a little bit of jail time here and there. Until I came across the most unusual house. Stepping inside that fence changed my life forever.

Well, until I have inspiration to write i guess i'll just dump stuff in here but yknow it might be funny, or inspiring, but probably just sad.

You move from New York back to your hometown, San Diego, where you reconnect with someone who you haven't seen in awhile...