Can You Tell Me Something. Be Honest. That day started off like any other. Wake up. Eat. Go to school. Routine is what it was. I was only eight at the time. Nothing special happened really. Same boring Catholic school that I had been going to since I was in the first grade, and I would continue to go to until I was in the highest grade. 8th grade (present day).
That Wednesday started off the same, but at night. Something out of the usual happened. No, I don't remember every detail of that day. Cut me slack that was 5 years ago. I don't THINK anything happened that day. I never let any one bully me. I'm not the one for bull roar. What else would have happened? I have no idea.
It was late. I knew this because it was dark. When your eight you don't have much sense of time. I awoke to something grabbing my shirt. Nothing went through my mind in the short time that this happened. I turned around to see a man. A man in a rain coat, a short top hat (if that makes sense), and rain boots. He had the darnedest expression on his face. Anger. Hatred almost. Was he upset at me? What had I done?! I didn't think about it until the next morning. No body believed me. They said it was all a dream. See my second story to see the next half of my the event