(sorry, been busy. And I haven't had an idea on what to post :/
BTW, isn't it nighttime? Shouldn't we be in our rooms? Also, since I'm hurt, I can move and [not sure if I'm menna say what, so I won't], or can I only do that thing? Slightly confused. )
Brian suddenly collapsed in pain. "What the f*** is happening?!" Brian whimpered. But no one heard him. He was in too much pain to do anything but stay in agony. Until he realized it was the middle of the night. I must of been out for a couple of hours Brian thought. The fact that it's still hurting. It's crazy. I reckon everyone's mad at me. I've not investigated this murder once. I thought it was menna be a partyyyyyyyy man. Brian stood up. He was next to the dining table, lying. "Thanks for the help, guys!" He said sarcastically. He got up, too find his ankle in pain. He hopped to the kitchen and grabbed a packet of crisps,ignoring Hesku. He then went to his room for bed.