Hey guys! I know it took a while but I'm going to try and post regularly now! YAY lol so I'm going to make another story I had an idea for (not about creepy pastas) about a girl who's mom died... so stay tuned. I'll give a preview soon so stay tuned. And Now for Chapter 2!
The past few months have been...interesting to say the least. Toby is still violent, but not as much. He calms down if I ask him to and things have been great I guess. Toby and I hang out almost all the time now, and play video games or explore, and even share music. No one likes my music. It's always "too loud" or "I can't even understand what they're saying!" but when I play gangnam style by Psy everyone loves it. But not Toby. Toby knows more bands than I do and I recently learned about this band called the Cab from him.
Today is March the third and my birthday is today. I woke up and groaned at that thought. Goddamnit why today. It was a Monday AND my birthday. Getting up, I did my usual routine and heading out the door only to see Toby waiting for me like every other day. "What's wrong? You seem out of it." I snapped out of it and looked at him. "Oh! Sorry, I was just um..spacing out a bit. It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I smiled a bit and started walking to the bus stop, hearing Toby as he catches up with me. "Are you sure? You're acting weird." I nodded as we got to the stop and got on the bus just in time.
Classes were the same as everyday. People left me alone and I left them alone. If someone started to be mean to me, Toby would defend me. I would calm him down. The cycle would repeat like always. But I still didn't know what was to come. If I did, I would have tried to prevent it. Let's just say that it was the worst birthday ever.