Remebering Torture (Come by if you dare) Closed

I sit on the floor. Thinking about all of my gore drawings. I look at some of the slytherins in here... Maybe they have some of the drawings I lost by the Slytherin table. I shook my head. "Why do people say I look like a Slytherin?!" I furiously whisper to myself. "Arhhgg!! F*** MY STUPID GORE DRAWINGS!" I yell throwing my drawings I to the air. I sit back down and just starts sketching... "Maybe I should be in Slytherin... I mean my first ansestor to go to this school was in Slytherin... Too bad after that everyone in my dads side was a Griffindor. And I am even the second one to be a witch in my whole family! Besides the witch that married my first 'slytherin-ansestor'!" I whisper to myself. Then I just continiue drawing scenes of my killer OCs killing other random people... I put my sketbook down. I stare at my gore drawings all over the floor and on peoples shoes. Why? Why did I get accepted to this school? I laughed insanely... I just came up with another prank I could play on my fellow Griffindors... I stopped smiling. My life is sure sometimes miserable. I went up to one of the Slytherin guys, "H-hi... Um.. Do you happen t-to see a... Um.. Uh... A-any g-gore d-drawings? O-or anyone in your co-common room have any  o-of m-my g-gore d-d-drawings....? Heheh..."