Maybe I'm crazy, or high, or somewhere in between but I'm pretty sure Alana is dead. I mean I was literally right there in the huge oak tree right above where I saw shove her still living daughter into a coffin. Of course my first reaction was to barf and pass out, so thats what I did.
After being out cold for a solid 20 minutes I decided to run through the thick forest back into the barn where my friends, Ariana, Sven, Emerson, Alana and I were having a sleepover. Since the barn was so big, ornately decorated with Christmas lights, picture collages, and wide open space, perfect for spreading out all our makeup and hair products. We spent the entire night basically being girls, talking about boys, which was kinda awkward for Emerson since she was attracted to ceiling fans, doing hair and makeup, because we're all facially deformed, and fighting over who would burp the loudest.
I was curling Emerson's long, coarse, black weave that had a certain flow to it that seemed to attract all the guys, when i heard the barn door slam shut. I looked around the barn and to check on the girls. Ariana was sleeping on the couch with her hands in her pants, Sven was reading her book about the Pythagorean Theorem and how it began, and Anna was making out with a guy i didn't even realize was in here on the other couch. After scoping the barn, I realized Alana wasn't there so after a long struggle to open he barn door, I followed the footprints to the DiMantis' backyard. i couldn't believe my eyes. Alana was standing outside with her mother fighting over what seemed to one of those huge back to school glue sticks. i didn't want to be noticed, so i climbed the nearest tree. the first attempt, i got to the top, fell down and then fell to the ground. the next time, i got stuck on a branch and hung there. the third time i climbed to the very top where i could see what was about to go down. Little did i know what i just experienced would change my life forever
