My Friday the 13th... One of the most complicated nights. On that night, I had went to a friend's house to be taken care of. My parents were going to a party, and they left me behind in a war with my friend's little brother, Lincoln. He tried to hurt my feet by running a big toy truck into my feet. I had to run all over the place. I tried to not get ran over by getting on the couch, but he got the toy truck onto the couch, and headed for our feet. He also hit me with a blanket. More of the 13th... We had a war in the basement that took a long time. Later, I left. We made it home at 10-11 PM. That was quite a night.
