"What a draaaaaggg," I groaned, huddling underneath my covers.

It was raining extremely hard outside, and it fit my mood pretty fucking well.

After the meeting with Boyo, I went off to my next six classes of the day.

And met him again in all of them except two.

What were the fucking odds?

God was definitely pitting himself and Jesus against me. There was no other way.

I flipped my covers off and stared at the ceiling, wiping my mind clean as I focused on my breathing.

Then a banging on the window interrupted me.

I stopped breathing and stayed very, very still.

The banging came again.

Oh my god it's those black eyed children I read about the other day they came to get me oh my god oh god oh god-

"Hey, open up! Someone open up!"

I stopped worrying.

Frowning, I got up and cautiously walked to my window. Pulling the curtain aside just a bit, I spotted the Boyo.

"Oh my fucking god!" I yelped, backing away.

"Open it!"

"Fuck no! Go away or I'm calling the police!"

There was a yell of anger and then more noise as he apparently slid off the roof and landed on the ground, mud squelching as he ran away. I hoped he fell on his face.

How the fuck did he even get up there?!

Should I still call the police?

I went back to bed, slightly freaked out. This new neighborhood was really shit. What kind of place was this? Why were there sixteen year old boys running around and banging on windows at night? What the hell?

Thinking about all of this, I gradually became tired and fell asleep, my phone in my hand from getting distracted about calling the police.

Um. So. Yeah I took more than two days to update this. More like a couple of months.

It's December 31st so I figured why not update before 2019? So yeah. If anyone still checks to read this then I hope you enjoy!

Cya and I'll update at some point this year. Promise.