Dear Die-ary...

As you can see, I'm slowly running out of pictures.

Anyways, when I approached the freezing building where orchestra takes place, I stopped to shudder, and see if I had my survival kit with me. That consists of my violin (so I don't get yelled at), my Dracula book (in case it gets boring), and my drink (for...guess). I then went in. I was surrounded by its prison-like walls.
As I'm the first one in my group there, I started decomposing while I waited for 1 and a half hours. Then the doors flew open as dying kids ran out, like pigeons in baskets. So I slithered in, and got my violin ready.
I sighed as I turned around and saw that I had been replaced, yet again, with an 8 year old. So, with no show of emotion, got out my own stand and chair, and music. But Jane (the conductor) noticed something missing. The leader! Another 8 year old! She wasn't there! TRAGEDY!!!!! So she was forced to pick someone else (out of the blue, knowing her) and that person was...me! Little old me right at the back! Well, THAT showed those giggling mindless 8 year olds. If looks could kill, I'd be hung, drawn and quatred. 7 times. And most of those looks were from the person sitting next to me. She was NOT pleased, I could tell. And I tried to make a good job out of my position. Maybe next week I'll remain as the leader!!!!!

Yeah, like.