“Ma’am are you okay?” Carey chuckled at the question. She was covered in blood and had a nasty gash at her temple. “Do i... do i loook okay to u?!” she starts laughing hysterically. the waiter slowly grabs the phone from her apron, planning to dial 911. Carey saw her going to grab that phone and pounced. knocking the waiter to the ground causing her to bump her head on the ground. “that should teach u not to ask stupid questions.” before leaving, carey grabs the phone and smashes it on the ground. the waiter still recovering from the fall, stumbles onto her feet and watch as carey wobbles off down the street. everyone staring at her and moving out of her way when walking. but no one stopping to ask if she was okay.
that morning was supposed to be about gifts, food and cheer but instead i found guns and knives and dead people all over my front lawn and the house. my christmas pajamas are covered in blood from head to toe. i woke up panting, happy it was all a dream and walked my happy but down stairs.
December 22nd
today, i had a date with an elf in the wrapping department. he never showed up tho. i was a little hurt but he wasn’t thaaat good looking. if anything he’s missing out on me, i mean i have the best ears of ALL the elves in the wheel department. and according to him that’s “his type” but i’ll get his best friend. anyways goodnighttt. santa is making us get up extra early tomorrow to get last minute details done.
i woke up this morning planning for it to be a regular day. wake up, get dressed, eat sum breakfast, brush me teeth, feed my dog and leave for school. the normal. but when i woke up this morning.... i felt like something was off. i didn’t feel right. i didn’t know quit what it was so i walked downstairs to my moms room passing the kitchen where, i hadn’t noticed at the time but the fridge door was wide open. i walked into my moms room to find that is was empty. no one was in there.... not even the dog who usually sleeps with my mom was there. i walked across the house to my brothers room and saw that is was empty too. i wondered where everyone was. that’s when i noticed our knife set was missing.... and our front door was wide open. i walked down the stairs to the basement and.... why did they forget about me?
well. i don’t remember my dreams very well. but the last one that i fully remember was a while ago. i was a little older then i am now in the dream. and i was walking down the street, and this guy kidnapped me and took me to his “secret hideout”. it was a cave that had a cliff type thing and a lake at the bottom of the cliff. we walked over to the cliff and he was threatening to throw me off. but when i said no, he told me to jump off. i said i was only going to jump if he did with me, as we were going to jump off i let him jump and i stayed. thinking i had one i turned around and he was standing behind me... but i saw him jump so i was confused. then he shoved me off the cliff and i woke up. it wasn’t really a scary dream for me. jus one that i remember the most.
The day started normal, well normal enough. I had accidentally forgotten my lunch at home so my mom had to bring it to me at school. my name got called to the office to go get it. when I got up there I looked into the bag and realized I had forgotten my swimming cap for practice today. my mom must have seen it sitting next to my lunch when she went to go get my lunch. anyway, I walked back to my classroom, sat in my seat. Then Sean (he’s a bully and has hated me since fifth grade) walked over to me and dumped my bag on the floor and everything came spilling out. then he proceeded to kick my stuff around, without the teacher noticing, or saying anything. So I took the rice pudding that was in my lunch and slapped it all over his face and head. The class was in awe. I looked down and saw my swimming cap, this is when the teacher looked up from her computer, I put the swimming cap around the pudding and on his head. Then I took the tweezers I took my moms car this morning and use them to pinch the cap so it was so tight he couldn’t get it off. Let’s just say my teacher wasn’t very happy with that. she made me leave the class and talk to me but when I didn’t say what she wanted me to say she sent me to the principals office. I got suspended, but it’s all good.
