Dear diary, this might be the last time I write. There are 10 men going around and killing everyone. I'm in the supply closet hiding. I texted Oma saying I loved her but she hasn't responded. I can't call the police they won't hear me over the blood curtailing screams and sounds of gun shots and, people choking on their own blood. I'm trying to be as quiet as possible while this whole thing is going on. People are being shot an killed and I hear people's heads being blown off by massive shot guns. I'm scared. I am crying my eyes out and soaking my diary in my own tears. My thoughts circle my head and my heart is pounding so hard I can't feel it and I can hear it in my ears and it's loud as hell. I know I'm about to die. They are banging on the door. Goodbye and see you in the afterlife diary. Signing off of life, Taya Wilson.
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Short Story(You play as the diary) A interesting story told by a 14 year old girl named, Taya Young who lives in Sydney, Australia and has a hard time talking and, making friends. She has no idea how the school year is going until mysterious school murders be...
