Chapter 0- this diry will be some thing i can wriet on-
Chapter 0-
This diary will be something I can put my secrets into and
everything in my life. Nothing else.
I don’t know when Mike is going to stop. He is never gonna stop
until he gets what he wants from me. He scares me with that fox
mask everytime he gets the chance to. I know I am a crybaby, I
can’t stop crying, ok. After that I saw those accidents of those
people, I couldn't stop crying. Their blood just kept coming out of
them and they kept shaking. I am so hard to deal with, I know.
This is just an introduction to the actual diary that I will not put a
lot on here. But, just so you know Mike Afton might get this diary
of mine from me and put some weird stuff on this and say it is his.
You will know that he messed with the page because there is
weird writing on it that either says “I am a crybaby who gets
scared of robots” or that “I have a gf”. I am 12 years old or 11,
have not checked much, but I don’t care because I never kept
track. No, I think I am actually 12, I don't care. I’m just going to
change the topic right now, so my life is boring, I mostly have
nothing to do. The one who is reading this right now, you matter,
person. I do not matter though. It is September 21, 1982. I am
only doing this “introduction thing” to my diary because anyone
else that reads this can know everything. This diary is my
everything, I guess. It is the night, I am so sleepy right now.
Chapter 1- Part 1 -September 22, 1982
Hi, myself. It is the morning. So what am I going
to talk about today, I do not know actually, but
I’m just a little happy that our dad is doing all
this “big stuff” like inventing a machine that
makes your drinks taste better or getting an idea
from Chuck E Cheese. I want to be like him in
the future, but better, I guess. I am on my bed
just writing this. My room looks kind of clear
and the best room, but it is my room. I had
friends, but they are back in the UK. I wish they
were still with me. Susie Ottar, Cassidy Quinn,
Jessica Taro Parker, and my best friend, Adam
Jeremy Miller. I just call them by their first
names and nicknames obviously. By the way, if
you want to know, me and Mikey are the only
ones in the house, most of the time. Our dad
and mom divorced, so then the family got a little
messed up. Mom could not take care of us
anymore because she was “sick”, dad told us.
She then died, dad also told us. I never knew her
that much, but I hated when she died. I cried a
lot. But now, we have a “new mom”, I hate her.
We had to meet her
