1/11/1500, Monday, 7:00 AM.
I hate this day. Why? It's because my body decided to fuck with me. My left eye got pink eye for no reason and my legs are cold as fuck. I've had a cold since two days ago and couldn't join the Nightmare Night celebrations and I still have the cold.
'Get out of bed and go get yourself a thicker blanket or a jacket.', Arnold says with a sort of frustrated voice.
I get out of bed and immediately open the wardrobe. No jacket, only a red scarf and black beanie. Fuck. I have to go buy a jacket. I have to walk outside in the cold, relying on a beanie, a scarf and my natural winter fur coat which is meant for 25C winters. Double fuck. Why is it so cold anyway?
If you are wondering about what I did in the last three months, I'll tell you after I find out why it is so cold. I walk downstairs quickly putting on the scarf and beanie. I open the main door a bit too hard as it swings and hits the wall. Not paying any attention, I step outside and immediately get buried in something cold and white that fell from above.
Fuck.