So I was out riding my bike like a good, sensible person. I had been riding for a little over an hour when I came into Belmore (the neighborhood across mine) so I'm pleddling and come into a classmate's street and I see Connor Leudeman, his neighbor. See, we never really got along too well. When our soccer teams scrimaged each other I knocked him down twice (one each game) and he's held against me ever since. Connor lives on the same street that this classmate does so I was thinking, "Oh no. Maybe he won't see me." but was I wrong! As I'm about to round the corner I hear a "Douche! Douche!" and I turn around to see him have this wild look in his eye with a basketball in his hand, sprinting full force at me. I scream and yell "Oh my god! Connor stop! You're scaring me!" then he chucks the basketball at me, and it hits me square in the back. Luckily, I do not fall, but then a neighbor kid who had to be in fifth grade then throws a freaking football at me on Connor's command. So as I turned around I yelled, pardon my french, "Connor, you're an ass." And with that I went home.

And teh moral of the story is... You should never, ever trust//know or even dare like a somebody with the name of Connor Leudeman, because they very well may be the devil's spawn.

P.S. This my 22nd journal. My lucky//soccer number, how weird...