Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180409121905/@comment-24217012-20180410121338

(Giggles)

I have a memory of my own from high school. It was in my slovenian class, and in the previous week we had to give our teacher notebooks that contain a short tail of a read book that we choose. And this time, she gave them back, but showing the other students the main page of the notebook. Every notebook was nice and glamorous, until she came to mine. I had a notebook, that I could find in my room and it was the only notebook I could find that time, that was perfectly dark. Skulls being impaled through spears as bones and blood was on the ground. And the teacher asked, and who's notebook is this? And I raised my hand, a bit shy, and everyone looked at me and began to laugh. They didn't expect I would be the one who would have that kind of book.