Lilly wanted to meet you where we went for lunch the other day. It was fine, but my eyebrow kind of was aching for the piercing. Not as much as I thought it would be. But I started to want to dee if there was a mirror in the bathroom. And so I went to go to the bathroom to see if my eyebrow was OK.

It looked fine. So I turned around and saw Lilly waiting in line.

"Kiss me," she said.

"In the bathroom." I asked.

"Why not," she suggested. "I always wanted to make love in a bathroom."

"That soons unclean."

She just kissed me, and soon, I was starting to feel better. "Not as dirty and the alleyway."

"That is true," I said.

Soon, we got into a stall and started to make love. I did not think that we wouldn't have very much privacy. One old woman walked in, and we had to stop.

"Do you have anywhere else."

"No, just a quickie."

"Ok," I said. "I have to go soon."

"Jimmy, wait," she begged. "Would you marry me."

I looked at her, and I was wondering if she was being random.

"I actually mean it," she said. "Would you marry me."

"I do." I hugged her, and soon we walked out of the restaurant bathroom.

As we did, that was when Tiffany walked in and stared at me as if this was national geographic.

"What?"

"Nothing much two rando bitches in the washroom together."

"I mean what do you want."

"I don't know you accused me of being gay when we're 11 years old. Not the tables have turned."

That was when she pulled out her phone and started taking pictures.

"What is this? Tiffany!" I really hoped that a shark would appear and bite her, but that would be too good for her. That was the most embarrassing thing in life

When I went home, I proofread what u wrote earlier.

'As I went to the bathroom last night, I smelled something that was horrible, to say the least. as I looked out the window, I saw what looked like lime deer antlers sticking out of the bushes beside the window. what are deer doing out here i thought to my self. why are there deer next to the bathroom window.

thar was when they smelled worse. soon, I heard the sound of heavy breathing. so I assumed that it was a monster of some sort. boy, was I right about that.

it was a monster that probably ate kids like me.....I thought again.

but soon, I was dreading the sight of its face. that being said, I could not help but stare. mom said that staring was rude. but this thing was beyond rude. it was a bully, to say the least.

aren't all monster bullies?!

soon, I ran to my room, literally screaming in horror. I saw the monster. it looked as if it was a hairy guy with antlers on his head and red stuff - blood gushing from his mouth. the face looked pale and hungry looking. it also had an angry look on his face. he was not wearing anything but fur.

he seemed like he had not eaten for years. I could tell, and his rib cage was sticking out. that was bad terrifying.

as I had to return to the dreaded bathroom with an empty glass of water. I went to refill this glass before going back to bed. that was when I saw the antlers again with glowing red eyes. I dropped my glass of water and soon ran screaming into my mother's room. that was when she went to see if there was anything there. soon she would come back to tell me this, "There aas nothing there .. .. sweetie."

that was when I lost my mind. the next morning and the morning after this thing I saw was the only thing I could draw. this thing was on my mind as I saw my mother loom at the pictures I drew I soon I went to show here more. usually, this will cause parents to be concerned.

that was when......

"The wendigo," she breathed. as I went to look at her. my mother was backed into a corner. looking like she was going to have a heart attack. the fear in her eyes.

she started rocking back and forth, and if she was my age, repeating the funny word ... "wendigo" over and over again.

that was when she looked.at.ke and said that it ate everyone in sight. soon, she regales me with a tale about the wendigo luring vulnerable people into the forest, killing them and eating them.

"we need to go and move to the big city," she screamed. "How about Ottawa. there are no forests there."

"Is it that bad...." I said.

"Yes," mom said. "Helen, we are most good and go soon we will sell the house later. but we need to leave now."

as I went to pack my clothing and my favorite toys and climbed into the car. that was the last time I saw my childhood home as I went to put on a Britney Spears cd i started to cry. this was the only thing linking me to my friends. as I would never see them again.

according to mom, we had to startnan new life and make new friends because of the wendigo.

it will be 10 years since I was 16 when i first read the story of the wendigo.

The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation. Its desiccated skin pulled tightly over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash-gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets, the Wendigo looked like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it had were tattered and bloody ... Unclean and suffering from suppuration of the flesh, the Wendigo gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition of death and corruption.'

I was proofreading this when I decided to have a look inside of my feelings. Why was so invested in someone whom I could care less about. It was troubling me that jannie was occupying most of my thoughts and feelings. Why was this happening. That was when I decided to turn in for the night. It was almost 11, and I had to have a d&d campaign planning meeting with dungeon master: also known as Erika. So I went to get some sleep.

It was during this time that I could not help but toss and turn in my sleep. It was when I decided to play a Playstation 2 game: it was Samurai Warriors 3 for the Play Station 3. I am not one to play video games. Alas, I could have played it better. I was too much in my thoughts to play the game. I could not help but think about Jannie. So I tried not to think. Something that is hard to do when you are alive. As I went to my phone. As I started textednthe number that jannie gave me. I started to putter on wattpad for another part of my manuscript that was going to be fir later, I was just trying to figure out what to say about the feelings I was having. Soon, I went to the text and saw that I had not finished the message.

'Hey Jannie,' I typed on my phone. 'I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you. And the note you left in my locker. I have been having feelings for you, but i keep trying to get them out of my head. I like you... but won't admit it'

I hit send, and the rest was in the universe's hand. It's time to try to get some sleep. Buy four in the morning and hour after sending the text, did I hear the buzzing of my phone.

*buzz*

*buzz*

*buzz*

I had to check out what the hell was going on. So, I looked at the text messages. No one would be in their right mind to text at this time.

That was when I saw her number appear in my text messages.

'Hey, cassi,' she texted. 'I just saw your text....I feel the same way 10× and I want to be more than friends. Love you with all my DNA....'

I started to smile, and soon, I was getting ready to get some sleep. I wanted to go and just dream about something creepy pasta. I did not know if it was going to be sirenhead or cartoon cat. But I started to dream about this Trevor Henderson creation when I soon was Jessie decided to wake me up by crawling into bed.

"Jessie," I said. "Get out."

She ran out of the room singing. I suppose I could get some breakfast.

I started to text January about how she slept. I could not believe that I was texting her first thing in the morning.

"Don't you have the D&D campaigns meeting...." My father said.

"I am just going to relax today and text my friend," I said.

"Who it it."

"January Annie Smith," I said. "She is a year older than me."

He looked at my messages. And noticed the banter with jannie. As he looked, he smiled at me.

"I thought you would be texting Damian," he said.

"No, it turns out he is an asshole."

"Well said." Father said. "I just thought that is all."

"Nope, he is an anatomy piece."

I soon started to head to my room. I started to I did not know what I was instrument to play. Banjo or guitar. I know I don't listen to very much country, but in this case, I like the sounds of the things. Soon, I started to pick at the banjo. I was just learning to play the thing in the summer as I love stringed instruments. So I practiced my cords and started singing.

I was singing about my feelings. I did not sing like a hill Billie, but I sang halfway decent.

"Jannie,

Oh jannie

I how I want to smile with

You but the ....." I proceeded to sing about this one, but then I was trouble with my cords. It was when I decided to try a banjo version of all the small things by blinking 182.

"All the small things

True care, truth brings

I'll take one lift

Your ride, best trip

Always, I know

You'll be at my show

Watching, waiting

Commiserating

Say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Late night, come home

Work sucks, I know

She left me roses by the stairs

Surprises let me know she cares

Just say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill

The night will go on, my little windmill

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

Say it ain't so, I will not go

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

Turn the lights off, carry me home

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

The night will go on, the night will go on, my little windmill"

This song was more in line with my feelings, and I started that song again. But this time, I sang like Sarah brightman. She is an opera-ish singer. I personally like her, but not very many kids my age will understand. As I started to sing this again. I got my phone up and started to sing again.

I hit record and sing like Sarah brightman.

" All the small things

True care, truth brings

I'll take one lift

Your ride, best trip

Always, I know

You'll be at my show

Watching, waiting

Commiserating

Say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Late night, come home

Work sucks, I know

She left me roses by the stairs

Surprises let me know she cares

Just say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na

Say it ain't so, I will not go

Turn the lights off, carry me home

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill

The night will go on, my little windmill

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

Say it ain't so, I will not go

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

Turn the lights off, carry me home

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill

(Na na, na na, na na, na na, na, na)

The night will go on, the night will go on, my little windmill"

I sent this video to January. As I watched it load, I was nervous about it with it going through. When I saw then saw the green writing saying that it was sent. I was still nervous about this. So, I'm soon uploaded this up to YouTube on my channel. My channel consists of me singing and playing some stringed instrument.

That was when I decided to try and block out Tiffany's voice from my head. But soon there it was.

*"What?"

"Nothing much two rando bitches in the washroom together."

"I mean what do you want."

"I don't know you accused me of being gay when we're 11 years old. Not the tables have turned."*

I could not believe I was still harping on this situation. What was supposed to be romantic nearly turned into a brawl.

As I started to get ready for bed, that was when this popped back in my head.

*"What?"

"Nothing much two rando bitches in the washroom together."

"I mean what do you want."

"I don't know you accused me of being gay when we're 11 years old. Not the tables have turned."*

That being said, I had to stop dwelling on Tiffany and friends. It was not doing me any favors as far as mental health was concerned.

"Hey brother," I said. "Can I talk to you?"

"About what?"

"Tiffany...."

"What she riding your ass again."

"Yes," I said. "She treats me like a freak show."

"And what do you want me to do..."

"Give advice."

"My advice is to stop dwelling on her. Look where that got me into. I got onto jail because I dwelled on the pastel." He said. "Just let it go."

But a part of me still wanted to pull a prank non Tiffany. Soon, I was getting to be disinterested in everything about being out. That was when jojo texted me.

*just wanted you to know Tiffany was spreading rumors.*

Fucking hell

* What did you do to piss her off again?*

I'm just being myself again.

*damn. Do you want to pull a prank?*

No, nothing, really.

*common*

Fine

And so I started to talk about egging Tiffany's house and dealing with this beef once, and for all.

Look in, can't be caught pulling the prank as I could get in shit with my brother.

*maybe I should pull it off*

Sounds good

My brother was concerned that this would happen. So I put my phone on charge and forgot that she mentioned the prank.

I felt like I was putting a nuke on charge. This prank was not a good idea. One Tiffany was untouchable, and if I did do the prank, I would be in an orange jumpsuit. That was how much pull her family had. It happened once before when our friendship dissolved into nothing.

I remember that my parents were pissed off and concerned as I would have been exactly like my brother at the time. Or worse , on the no fly list.

Yes, that is how bad the prank was.