I didn’t even want to be here.
And now my parents or legal guardian will find out and I’m going to be in big trouble. And then I can’t ask you-know-who (not Voldemort, duh) to the prom. And then my life will be ruined.
All because I let my friends talk me into this stunt.
We should have stopped, but we didn’t. We couldn’t.
This is a bad sign.
I should have been octagone by now.
I am soooo grounded.
I am Cone Alone.