So I was just out skating with my posse of mismatched queers and one of them ran ahead to go down this railing but he got jumped by some guy so I ran ahead to fight the guy off my buddy and then I felt this bad pain in my chest (found out later that he stabbed me) and then I woke up in this freaky church in front two honestly pretty shitty witches and one of them was holding this really important necklace which someone tethered my spirit (oh by the way I was dead at that point) and the shitty witch tried to release my soul but it didn't work so I struck a deal with him to keep me around and he had to sneak me past his whole witchy family and stowed me in his room until we had to go to school next morning before going to see my friends which didn't go well and then we went to see my idiot brother and him and the shitty witch who is actually pretty hot got in this big fight and I stole a shirt that led some dogs to my old burritos. Anyway I was kinda starting to like my shitty witch warden so I said he could release my soul now but he didn't want to so we spent the day together and I peer pressured him into going to a party and robbing my brother's car and then he went to visit his dead mom but his evil uncle (that's the guy who stabbed me fwy) started using me and some other dead people to summon this death god but my witchy bf (we kissed so I'm pretty sure we're dating now) stopped his evil uncle and also resurrected me and like three other people from the dead. I'm pretty sure the whole thing traumatised me for life but I got a cool magic boyfriend out of it so I can't really complain.





















