Date: 3/29/2017

By neon8919

I was in a boarding school like high school. On a competition team, like dance or cheerleading. I knew I was avoiding homework. I watched another group of performers (we must've been at a competition). Austin, a person I don't know in my waking life, did a particularly dangerous stunt with a 4 wheeler and died. I returned to my place of residence and kept losing the contents of my makeup bag down the drain. Also when I was trying to fix my makeup, it looked like I was wearing a prosthetic face and couldn't get my makeup to look real. I couldn't find a mirror that was clear.