Hello. This is how I really died. So. I got chosen to be chased by the Stag. I tried. He killed me. I cried. I made new account. Heard what people said when I fell down dead. They cared. I was dared. By my sister. To say "wait actually do choose me". She wanted to see what would happen. If I died on old cp. I proved it to her. That I died on old cp, and was sobbing. Sobbing, in real life. She laughed, my dear sister, laughed at my loss. I threw some moss. At her, at her face. Then challenged her, to a race. She pulled out her laptop, opening up her pad of virtual notes. I wanted to throw, throw some coats. At her, because the most recent note, it said "RIP KaylinStoll1". You think she was joking, no, no she wasn't. She cared, she truly did. Then I opened a lid. Revealing disgusting food. I was in, in the mood. I dumped it on her head, saying something about wanting to eat lead.
Okay. Sorry. It kind of turned into this poem thing. Lol.
Love,
KaylinStoll1
