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.