I'm sorry, I am mentally drained.
I started laying my clothes on my bed, and I noticed a plushie that looked like Fredbear. I picked him up off my bed and asked myself, "Where did you come from?"
I thought for a moment, trying to figure out where he appeared. I couldn't think of anything. I put him in my backpack and decided to bring him to school.
After I changed clothes, I did the rest of my morning routine.
At school, I kept Goldie hidden in my pocket. It's like he could change size.
I was late to class again. The teacher yelled, "Why are you late every single day?!"
"I don't know..." I responded. The teacher walked closer to me.
"You better have a reason for me by the end of the day! You have detention again."
"Alright..."
I slowly walked to Mr. Williams' room. After all, I didn't want to go there after what had happened yesterday.
I pulled the Fredbear plush out of my pocket and hugged it tightly. "Please let someone else be there..." I whispered to myself, and kind of to Fredbear.
Fortunately, someone else was in the detention room. I let out a sigh of relief.
"You're back, Ezra?" said the detention teacher.
"Y-yes, I am back..." I said hesitantly.
The other student in the room looked at me with a questioning face. I could tell he was wondering why I had stuttered.
"I'll just sit down now," I then said.