Dear diary after My last outburst the school has given me an ultimatum. I start taking anger management, or I get expelled from school. My parents decided for me. The anger management counselor instructed me to make a diary of my life to encourage self-reflection so I decided the best way to start would be to record The reason for me being put into anger management in the first place. It all started on my first day of high school. I was at my locker. I'm getting ready for the day but I was hanging around being Claire and found out that Tim had a locker next to mine so the school year was already off to a bad start. And of course, I didn't stop organizing things before I went off. Took her to stay up in class. Something unexpected happened. Bony hand reached out for my locker grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in feeling something bad about to happen to me. I did. The only reasonable thing grabbed Claire so that she would be forced to join me so that I would be able to suffer with someone. But of course, her having the wrong side of a million demons immediately grabbed him by the shoulder and the three of us were dragged into my locker. Funny enough, I don't recall it, but it appears that the inside of my locker is a lot bigger than I thought I'd thought it. That's the four of us. Yes, four void. As we were falling, I changed upon the actively moving and talking skeleton. Feeling my eyes were deceiving me. I had no choice but to consult. I felt I needed to ask her if I was truly seeing a living skeleton or if I was having a fever and even worse, a fever dream. Naturally, being herself, she of course confirmed that the skeleton was indeed there. I would not deny my level of wellness. But of course, Tim with his lack of class decided to scream at the time of his lungs panicking over the living, yet perfectly calm skeleton who decided to abduct the three of us. Feeling offended. The scale that you're in question decided to state that they could indeed hear us and felt offended by our comments. In response to this, Claire decided to shrug while I took the initiative to shut up. Tim, while his continuous screaming was ruining the ambiance of us following into a seemingly endless abyss. Feeling appalled by our behavior. A skeleton finds itself questioning why it's always tasked with abducting the weird ones. I of course found myself questioning why the skeleton's main task seems to include abduction. After a while, Claire decided to covet him screaming mouth with her hand to get him to shut up while I decided to distance myself floating a good base apart from him, arms, cross, and legs crossed the skeleton appears to have given up what else completely as we fall. Seeing as wherever we're going is taking a while, I decided to inquire about our destination. The skeleton not feeling like being helpful decides to give us a hint rather, but rather than to be in its dark and hot. I guessed that it's Texas the skeletons but also no since the place in question is filled with evil people. In response. Claire exclaims Washington, DC, which of course the skeleton questions how she even came to that conclusion. Then I followed up with Hollywood and of course, the skeleton did not deny it but also stated that it was oddly specific. Tim chimes in with his response of an evil corporation ruining the vibe we had already established. Although thank God he stopped screaming. But seeing as he ruined the mood we had to finally establish, we all said tandem for him to shut up. We then continued our little game. I responded New York to which the skeleton rewarded in a way. Yes, there are dues and shifty people, and he then continued to state that I would indeed love it there. But of course, the skeleton decided to cut the game short realizing that we were getting close to its destination. They started to prepare for our landing and beautiful black wings began to sprout from the body of the skeleton. Ben declared that if we didn't want to get heard, we would want to hang on to it on the way down, of course. Tim, being the furthest along, had already at the surface. In response to that, the skeleton stated. I guess Ken did not hear me. Oh, well. How are you two holding up? We of course immediately noticed and took hold of the legs of the skeleton. I of course sad in response to Tim's fault that it looked like it heard. Claire, of course, stated something that felt very obvious, doubting if he's still alive. Climbing on the ground. I did the first natural thing. Leave the dead behind and check out our new surroundings. Claire not having very many survival instincts decided to check on it, dude. I think he's dead like really dead. He's not moving or anything. I of course having a strong heart decided to move on i thought Tim's death was for the best. His sacrifice will make us stronger without much care. My slightly lifted mood was then shattered when the skeleton stated that “Nah, he's frying after all. You can't die here. Just give him a minute.” This of course further ruined my mood. I wanted one thing today. One thing and even that can't go right. But of course things still manage to get interesting seeing as the skeleton further stated, “Oh, and we're here. Welcome to the castle of the devil himself. The house of many evils.”

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