"Tweek!" yelled a nasialy voice "Tweek! Over here!" I lookedback to see a boy with black hair and a yellow poof ball hat that covered most of it. "Nngh what?" I asked a little pissed off about my nice walk home being interpreted. "I want to ask you some questions, if that's okay with you" now I was scared because I never talk to this guy and when I did the conversation lasts only five minutes or less. Kenny probably died again and their trying to find out who killed him. Shit do they think I killed him? I didn't kill him! What if they send me to prison for ever? I don't want to get raped in prison! "Jesus Christ! I didn't kill Kenny! I don't deserve to go to prison! GAH! I won't last in prison! Someone will pare me! I don't want to get rapped! AHHH!" wow I didn't realize I was talking but I guess I wasn't talking, I was screaming. "Dude you won't go to prison. No one will rape you. And I just want to ask you questions about what you like and what you hate." he said shaking me to try to get me to stop my screaming. "Okay what do you- nngh- want to ask me?" I still don't trust him but oh well if he tries anything I'll run.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green."

"Song?"

"I don't know."

"Can I stay the night over at your house?"

I thought about it for a while all the things that could go wrong and found a solution for all of them. "Sure." He smiled at me and said "awesome!"

So now Craig Tucker is staying the night. I barley know him but I guess that's okay because I have an emergency knife under my pillow.