I was going through some things in my room and stumbled across a notebook which I didn't recognize. When I opened it and saw no title, like I always did whenever I wrote a story, I was confused. Then when I read it, I realized it was it was an old essay for my 12th grade English class. I apologize if some sintaxis makes you cringe, I'm passing it exactly the same. Since I'm in college at the moment, I can't remember what grade I got for it. Remembering that class though, I'm sure it was a decent one. The teacher let us get away with lots of things. But I passed so, whatever. Anyway, here's some nostalgia of mine. Word Count: 617 (The only reason Markiplier is one of the tags in this is because he was the man I was referring to in the last paragraph and it made me laugh reading that back)