Earlier today, you tried to write a note to a girl you liked, Holly Hills, but it failed. So now, you sat in your room, writing in your journal. You swore it wasn’t a diary. But, after a bit, your older brother, Rodrick, came in, and offered a night out, saying it’d be ‘the best night ever’. So now, you and Rodrick were hiding behind a bush in a gas station parking lot, pranking random people by putting fake vomit on their cars as snacks and drinks sat by your guys’ sides.