Horror Story

This can’t be happening. Where are they? It’s already eight o’clock, they are going to be late. eight oh one, not good, not good. Eight ten, they are so late. BRRIIIINNG . Oh crap! Wait, what? Where am I? Oh no, this can’t be happening. I’m alone. I’m alone. I’m…alone. They left me. How could they do this? HOW could they do this? No, don’t cry, don’t cry. No, no, here it comes. I can’t do this. There is no way! I cannot survive without them. I can’t handle this. I can’t handle this. Oh God help me! Help me out of this nightmare!

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