Hi guys, this is DoctorWitherton. I wasn't so successful with Splatoon 3, So I hope this goes well. I hope you like this. Reminder: I own nothing!

May 11 2017

School. For the past 8 months, 2 weeks, and 3 day. It's been my hell hole and Mabel's safe haven. We established rules, more like her. Don't talk to one another. Stay away from friends of her... Oh who the hell am I kidding, she doesn't give a damn. To be quite honest, I enjoyed her braced faced social awkwardness. It's better than the bitch I'm living with. I looked up from my journal (not journal 3. That was destroyed from.. Nope. Not saying it) and saw kids looking up at the News. I walk closer to it. I ask a kid up front. "What's going on?"

"Look for yourself." He replied.

I saw military vehicles surrounding a house. The house I lived in. Then I remembered, the same military men I knew. The ones I gave a call to about mystery. The ones who nearly arrested my gruncle. I may or may have not dropped an F bomb but let's not worry about that now.

Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. I will continue the story. Just give me time.