Talk about an eventful start of my spring break. When I get home, I'll start writing but now I'm at my gran's house since someone (not naming names) was a little bitch and thought that someone was in the house. I fully thought that someone broke in. Or like a phrogger (one of my worst fears). Called my mom (didn't answer), called my Nana (answered), and had to call the cops. Tbh, this just reminded me that even though it's old, my house is damn near a fortress. But we locked ourselves out, and I'm watching Adolescence at her house. (I'm still avoiding Netflix, but I'm not paying for it, soooo.)