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My log, October  7th. 13:46 It's been one minute since I entered the room. A challenge was laid upon me, I can make it. I know I can. 13:49 My mouth feels dry.. I take a drink to ease myself. 13:51 That drink didn't help me at all. It's not liquid that I crave. This isn't a natural thirst. Is it thirst anyway? The room makes my mind a bit blurry... 13:57 I'm starting to see faces on the wall. No..., not faces. A face, a beautiful one. I tried to touch it, but as I get closer it starts fading away It hurts. 14:08 What in god's name is happening to me.. 14:12 Almost 30 minutes have passed and I feel like I'm losing my mind. The room gets

Chapter 1: ‘Nobody knows what I have done or has even the slightest conjecture. And nobody has ever noticed anything about me.’ This story is being told by Leonard Johnson and is about his problem: Since as long as I can remember, since the day I was born, I’ve had trouble with humor. It made me depressed, scared and sometimes even aggressive. The past 15 years I have been able to deal with it. Every kid’s birthday party that my parents threw me turned into a horrendous nightmare. I started crying as soon as I entered the room and started running around in panic. Last year was the worst, because at that time I beat

 First Kiss I run, run and keep running. For a better life, for truer promise of hope. My feet slap down against the soft grass, the only thing between them my flip-flops. I can feel the sun's warmth against my skin, showering me with light. Practically feeling my chaser's breath against my neck I make a break for the river. I half stumble, half dash across the hillside and reach the bank. Panting, still I carry onto the dock where the stream rushes by. I watch with somewhat wonder as the water twists and turns to fit the rock's pattern and bends.  I stop at the edge of the dock and right when he comes up behind me splash the water really fa