War between Fictions
Ok... this is entry log numbraro-or however you say "number" in Spanish-1... Do I really have to do this?
Distant female voice: yes, just keep going, you're doing fine.
uhh... ok, fine, cane you leave the room then, you're making me nerves... ok she's gone. So, as I was saying, this is my first entry log in this uh... war, I guess. guess I should start with how I got in this situation.
It all started with a normal morning, with my chocolate milk, and a game of mass effect 3. suddenly, my mom got home early from work, and... long story short, her reason did not make my dad happy. It got ugly, and I had to remove myself from the situation.
I was on the roof when it all happened. some bully's from school showed up-not getting the hint from last time- and wanted payback. I didn't even see the knife before it was to late. Believe it or not, I was saved by the one per-... well, I guess she is considered a person, that could only show up in a dream. She-and other people-seemed to like my knowledge of fictions, enough to lead a war, believe it or not.
I wish all my friends from school could see me now, they would not believe what is buckled on my belt right now, or what I could do... but I don't think I'm allowed to, for reasons most would understand.
Sooo... I guess that's it, that's how I got my self into this mess... *sigh* after what I have been through, this is truly going to be a war between fictions.